Jealousy and…

Jealousy and...

I nurture my suicide bomb

Delicate petals of roses

A verdant pond

Blemished with leaves

Discarded by waters.

A discarded tale of a discarded bomb

and nobody asked why

it didn’t blast;

and nobody knew

My jealousy was growing

into a sea-monster.

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