Jealousy slinks around deserted corners,
Slithering through alleys, dropping poisonous pearls of verdigris to sink below the surface and take root, tiny snakes of jade twisting their minute serpentine bodies into every thought sifting through uncomplicated minds,
devouring self, digesting respect
into muddy snail trails of slime,
obscuring the beauty of this multitude of fragmented hope shards, forcing
hard, jagged edges of fear into every broken crevice, bringing death and destruction with every ragged intake of breath, despair breeding in every fissure,
this desolation of an unreal world, overflowing with the cold emptiness
of furnished vacant rooms
populated by pretenders.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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