kind envy — Summary

akchiisAnxious

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.

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The speaker wishes they were a gentler, sweeter person, with a heart full of "milk and cookies," but instead finds it churning with envy. The poem is about the shame of feeling jealous and the helplessness of not being able to switch that feeling off. In the first stanza, envy becomes a flooded space where the speaker gropes in the dark for a "golden drain plug" that would let it all empty out, but never finds it. They are left to drown alone.

In the second stanza, the image shifts to bees. Noise fills the speaker's head, and they become both hive and carrier, storing up a sugary nectar that their own feelings feed on. The sweetness is sickly, even "diabetic," suggesting that envy can start as something tempting and then poison you. The final image of the green apple of Eden suggests temptation and the fall, so giving in to envy feels like simply being human. The mood is heavy, anxious, and quietly self-critical, though also honest.

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