Like cavities forming
anywhere in my teeth.
Somehow unwanted,
But I can’t help it!
It’s like wrinkles,
Forming on
my forehead.
It’s quite wonderful to age.
Yet, something I want
to fade.
That thing called jealousy.
The Poetess
Erratic. Playful. Poetic.
Jealousy is one of the reason why we are called human