I am your smiling source of envy polished teeth and all a metal bite on your exposed neck the taste of bitterness so sweet I am your snarling source of grief try as you might not a cell to spare in your haste to bemuse the murderous spirit screams in jealous shoes swallowing pride one morsel at a time I am your crying insides your burning need to impress your uncomfortable hands when you feel their eyes yes judging always judging I am your blood cloud through the plastic window of a rusty spike because you finally gave in alone I feed today you died