Jealousy Is A Knife

by Mya Evans

A picture of us cracked by your knife

But it’s hard to picture you sending me to the afterlife 

Coming to your house innocently just like all those times before 

Death is knocking at my door

Envy filled veins turn you green like the monster inside 

Friends until you became jekyll and hyde

Gulping in fear, holding back tears until I fall apart 

Haunting our halls with a hateful heart

I wish my success didn’t bring out your deadly eyes

Jabbed at my side, screaming my cries 

Kentwood floors now stained with a crimson hue 

Living room destroyed as we run through 

Menacing monster masquerading at midnight 

Now closing your hand over my neck, airtight 

Outcome unclear when I escape from your claws

Persistently trying to achieve the applause 

Quickly running to escape my fatal fate

Rain pouring, slipping as I reach the gate

Should’ve seen your fangs in hindsight 

Twisted brain desperate for the spotlight 

Unsettling what you’d do for fifteen minutes of fame 

View me as an object to kill and maim

Watch me bleed out for the whole world to see

X me out so your name is on the marquee 

You film my torturous agony, it’s reality TV

Zoning in to finally kill me