Jealously takes me the same way heavy sleep might, smothering, a late night inconvenience . I can feel it pushing into the most private corners of my mind, sinking into me, cracking my tired bones and seeping deep into them, all shimmering and hot.
I've been far too jealous lately. Not even of people. Jealous of anything that isn't me. This morning I woke up jealous of the sky, quiet and cold and clear and infinite. It was born, reflecting in my eyes. Color spilled into it and then me. The metallic sunlight was real. I just wanted to be real too.
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