That Green Feeling

By Sumaiyya

It strikes, like a snake a sharp sting, so full of venom and pain, the bite marks an ugly reminder of the effect of it flowing through me

jealousy, oh jealousy what a complex thing it is, so essential yet so destructive, do I ignore it or do I feed and satiate it?

why does it tear my heart, my belief in myself, into tiny, insignificant shreds?

tell me, love, how

do I deal with this weapon that makes me want to do better but also if wielded

too carelessly, will wreck me

is it merely a feeling of jealousy or is it much more, is it anger or is it lesser - I cannot label it, help, help me put a name to it

oh green feeling, will you tell me who you are why do you make me doubt myself

to the extent that I question my very name

or is this a charade all for attention?

help.

By Sumaiyya