We All Wear Green

 

Jealousy is a strange thing;

like drinking cold coffee in the dark,

like howling for the moon to sacrifice its light

or watching a

                    beautiful couple

                    abruptly split         apart.

 

Jealousy is immediate

but She is also a hunter in the night.

She is the twitching and twisting of

                   blue irises shifting

                   under green light.  

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