Poetry Potluck–The Seven Deadly Sins: Envy

This poem is for Monday’s Poetry Potluck, which you can check out HERE: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/10/poetry-potluck-seven-deadly-sins.html

Envy

It eats at my heart
Like acid
I smell the burning flesh
As it chokes up my lungs
But I suppose there are holes
There now too

It tears at my emotions
Like talons
Slicing at my shame
So deep
But raking my black heart
Deliciously

It turns my soul to cinders
Like a bonfire
Sparking my blood with pain
Leaving nothing left of me
When it’s charred up
My shattered pieces