Green Eyed Monster

Hent my heart from wandering concepts of affection. Recant the murmurs of insecurity that riddled my temple. Like a slow wound toy awaiting release from a child's grasp and attention. Toss and birl, whipsawed into the oblivion of life's gamble. Take away this wretched knife in my side. A knife that twist with every incantation. Those bastards! Jackanapes! Stirring in the tides. Exordium! When I appear to disappear. Insouciance! This tires me into a gaumless breathing, beating whole. Furl all I can, these product of fallibility and madcap. As I breathe deep into a bibelot diamond. The centre of my soul, I feel the urge to plotz from reminders and blankets. As I indite a subtle line of assurance. I contrived. Culling into materials and conversations. I quelled. Forgoing this disposition. Finally, Peace has arrived. Retribution in it full essence. Salient though dishevelled.