By Jacq Applebee
So jealousy is a fungus; spores infecting all in sight.
It blooms and blows in grey dust places,
Grey and green and black and white.
Possessiveness is a living trap that shoves me up against a wall.
The silence of shame is like a shroud outlining my living form.
But love will make my heart beat strong
When all I want is to disappear.
I’ll take step after step in a world full of thorns
To a woman in the North with warm red hair.