Jealousy

You appear as a dark shadow; small, black, faceless,

getting bigger and bigger. Engulfing until your circumference becomes traceless.

You sound like sharp green nails on a blackboard, scratching and screeching.

Your voice bores into me, shrill and defeating

A fiery burn as you suck and bite at me, a parasite slowly killing its host.

Yet a cold icy breeze rushes through me, like the kiss of a ghost.

You smell sour like an acidic pitcher of cloudy lemonade,

a stale, putrid linger that just won’t fade.

You taste salty, like trickling wet tears,

because you taste like one of my biggest fears.