Jealousy
BY WU XIAN
I haven’t a sense
Not a single one,
he is rather assured about that
Things always start little by little
It indeed starts little by little
First, he feels a small shake on his feet, more specifically the
part of his toes
under the impeccable cover of his shoes;
Second, his legs rack a little uncontrollably
under the impeccable cover of his jeans;
His fingers are numb.
First, his feet get cold, that sense of blood fleeing from his vein.
He keeps wondering where does the blood go
But really, where does the blood go?
Something buzzes inside his head
He gets caught between warm and cold
Something rushes up to the frontal lobe
That’s how he knows where does he blood go
But really, where does the blood go?
He wouldn’t get his mind off it, or to say he couldn’t get his
mind off it
Or,
Jealousy engulfs.