(poem) The Tightrope
Jealousy is a tightrope the girl steps along step by step by hard step The steady descent into insanity She’s up on the high wire a hundred feet high That’s where jealousy lurks that nerve in the brain confident in what it believes YOU deserve graceful in the one-way line it stalks across Slow and steady but shaking Trying not to tumble Shaking feet above the ground only the large net near the bottom to catch the fall Arms out, one step at a time the fear of losing them attacks the brain the shaking feet, the frozen lungs ...