Envy (pt. 1) - 7 Sins Poetry Series

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A slight hiss

She has tainted skin and perfect lips,

Fills the air

She has auburn hair and pretty hips.

Leaves rustle

I could only ever wish to look like this.

Twigs crack

I'm held by too many restrictions,

Fangs bared

She feeds your ambitions.

Poison drips.

There's nothing of me you will ever miss.

And he strikes.

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