Envy

A poem I wrote about jealousy.

Envy

Her obsidian hair stalls on the floor.
A smile conforms to her glossy wax lips.
“Tell me again how it’s me you adore.”
His fingers measure the slant of her hips.
But something lodged in the back of his mind
Makes him quake to think she’s slipping away.
It punctured a hole in his heart to find
The bold, black letters on her phone that day.
Oh, he could just murder her for this crime,
Wrap her guts and organs around a spool.
He never would imagine all this time
That his girl was playing him for a fool.

He looks down at her with those tear-glazed eyes,
Before his lips gasp a scornful “Goodbye”.