The Wrong Green
and I hate it,
the jealousy,
always with me,
twisting thoughts,
casting its dark rot
on my one best thing,
my love.
More than I hate her,
I despise the dank
green viscous growth
Rosemary's baby
turning into something
I don't know and can't control
but something mine.
CP
DsD lives and writes in the raw. Trapped in a cave, she tends her cubs by day and licks her wounds at night.
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