Jealousy

Jealousy

Jealousy, you’re a big ripe blueberry that I squash under my foot. I stomp on you with my boot, until your skin stains the sidewalk and I’m sure there’s nothing left of you. You’re smooshed into the ground, dead and gone, food for a possum.

Jealousy, you’re an overripe red tomato that I throw against the brick wall. I hurl you with all my might, until you’re splattered against the building, a bloody mess for all to see.

Jealousy, you’re a rotten peach, a rancid avocado, a bruised apple, a brown banana, a moldy orange, a shriveled strawberry, a bitter lemon, a hardened lime. You're a maggot infested fruit bowl. I don’t want anything to do with you. You’re old. You reek. You’re no good to me anymore.

Jealousy, go away. Don’t come back. I can’t stand your pettiness. I can’t handle your games. I won’t be a part of your shenanigans. You’re up to no good. You’re a waste of my time. I won’t let you take over my life.