kind envy

i wish i was kinder, and that my heart was one filled with milk and cookies, not with the violent commotion of green envy swirling in the vortex of a confused cavity, in the dark, i grasp aimlessly for the answer, for that one golden drain plug, but the feeling never reaches my fingers, leaving me to drown, on my own.

as i lay in these raging pool of emotions, static fills my head, a never-ending swarm of bees cloud its prey, leaving me bruised and weary, intoxicated as i play hive and carrier of the overly sweet nectar my emotive spawn feed on, another cycle of storing and hoarding until i no longer can see the light of day, the diabetic elixir of the green apple of eden fills my parched mouth, and i succumb to my own humanity.