Envy is <br />not a monster. <br /> <br />It is a disease, <br />coiling its body around me, <br />squeezing until I'm <br />not myself anymore. <br /> <br />Envy is not green… <br />it is black. <br />Black <br />like the center <br />of a chasm I can't leap. <br />Black <br />like the space behind your eyes, <br />so dark you have to open them again. <br />Black <br />like my soul. <br /> <br />Envy <br />takes over the <br />controls of my heart, <br />turning all of them up <br />so far <br />I can't go back. <br />It slips <br />like a snake <br />out of <br />the side of <br />your soul. <br /> <br />It leaves you breathless <br />as it wanders <br />in the air <br />to find another victim. <br /> <br />Envy.<br /><br />Maya Hanson (mye3)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/envy-48/
