Envy rushes through me, as I read your words
that flow like waterfalls: enormous, luscious, illustrating as if paintbrushes.
Where I live it rains acid,
that creates a fog so thick, everything I see has a green tint;
it makes my eyes well up with deep love,
creates a nausea, that rests in my throat,
My heart collapse into itself, like these clouds weight themselves down.
So, to your words that build cathedrals, lurch your tongue forward
and taste the acid let it’s syrup scorch deep down in your belly
While your tongue falls out
Sea foam shadows
Will no longer haunt me