envy is death.
murderous with a knife
on the neck. cutting in
deep on the edges of a
face, trailing along
lips, and to the curve of her nose.
slice it off, i beg you.
take these eyes that don't
belong. slanted and burning
bridges. and these hollow cheeks
that hold a thousand secrets, not
full in bloom.
i am
not my mother's child, but a
prisoner of my father's crime,