I brush against envy
in its melodrama – blue,
Nebulous flails its trident
and hits only woo.
with night’s sarcastic dimple
as broken fathom grows deeper
I scrape against the rusted leaves
in search of the wooded keeper.
With jaunty sullen whispers
broken only through the air
The screams & pain will still remain
In jealousy’s green stare.

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