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Envy

clawing at my features
I hear only my screams
blood curdling,

death-like.

the walls around me burn,
melting the paint
and scorching the wood.

every stich of my frame tears.
sending searing pain across my skin.

I hear them,
whispering to me.
I can’t understand them.
I don’t want to.
I won’t.

scratching at my face
I close my eyes,
feeling the overwhelming pulse of my heart.
I shriek, begging them to stop.

I glimpse at my refection in the mirror.

she’s perfect. everything I’m not.





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