greed.
she suffocates me.
she pulls my smile between her fists and twists it to mimic a scream for help.
she trampled me and i collapsed at an attempt to pull herself to the top.
jealousy.
her thin locks of counterfeit gold sway softly below her chin and brush against her pale shoulders.
her delicate figure walks carefully and daintily.
i topple backwards like a baby deer; she laughs at my inability to maintain grace
that laugh repeated over and over again in my mind
for i will never be good enough for the monster by my side, the friend by my side.
