Kudzu
I want it.
I must have it.
I must have what she has.
Envy,
invasive as kudzu
blankets my brain
obscures all light
casts a putrid pea-green haze
on everything in sight.
I want it.
I must have it.
I must have what she has.
Just as kudzu
smothers the tree,
this constant coveting
chokes all reason from me.
I want it.
I must have it.
I must have what she has.
Kudzu
must be cut down,
at the crown.
Roots
must be scorched clean
with kerosine.
If not completely eradicated
the host cannot thrive;
this envy must be excised
so that I may survive.
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I really like how your description of how hard it is to get rid of kudzu, darn near impossible it seems, speaks to the stubbornness of envy, and its terrible strangling power.
you could put this to music
Great development of the metaphor.