The embodiment of ugliness,
smelling of trash heaps and
rotten eggs,
”He is better than you,”
his raspy mocking voice says
through his crooked, discolored teeth

He pushes me,
tortures me,
wrapping his filthy hands

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my neck,
his sharp, grimy fingernails,
digging d

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a tattoo of a snake
slithers around his arm,
a symbol of deception and trickery

I manage to slip free from his grasp,
running away, I begin to relax
the dank atmosphere fading,
I return to the light of sanguinity,
resisting the looming grip of Envy…