Scruffed by Jealousy

With fingernails like knives

She drives her talons into

The back of my neck

Picking me up in her icy grip

As if I were a kitten; scruffed

I can feel the force of her strength

To my shoulder blades.

Paralyzed, unmoving, I can

Only feel her control over me,

Meet Mistress Jealousy.

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