a few steps ahead of me, I see you take his hands in yours. & as you study his palms, starry eyed & fearless grin, I look down at my own shoes. the laces are tangled & in my stomach the snakes are tangled, & I think they might be venomous because it hurts. like sharp teeth & my blood is turning green. your laughter circles my head. draws rings around the planet that is my heart & my blood runs cold, even though I am not looking anymore. my mother says jealousy is ugly, but she didn’t teach me how to meet your gaze & pretend like the wolves that haunt these streets have not torn a hole in my chest, have not left me out to bleed. have not laughed with the moon as you chose him over me. - beast with human eyes // a.l.l.