Something Old. Poem by Lilly Anna House
Something Old.
Dear Jealousy, Why you infect me so often, I do not know. My body leaks with your secretion. I smell you on my breath. You are everywhere. Everyone I see. I find you in the simplest things, and never shall you leave. In the beautiful people, on the sad, sad walls of the school. I taste you on my tongue. Your pungent odor lies within my clothes. You kill me slowly, painfully. You break me down to nothing.
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