A green beast.
An angry beast.
A large, hideous beast.
What’s this thing that
presses from the inside out?
Suffocating,
stomping on the lungs.
It knocks out all the
oxygen, and it fills the
bags full of a mist.
A thick,
slimey,
green mist
that comes out in clumps
with every breath.
How does one stop
the beast from rampaging?
How does one stop
the beast from taking over?
This beast,
this hideous beast,
with the name
Jealousy.
Beyond Literary 
Nice! I wrote about this beast one, “Jealousy is awful” I’ll dig it out one day and share it.
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