This one came from what some would call a meltdown and others would call a fit of jealous rage.
I'd say that I was being a bit irrational (I still am, but I'm working on getting over it) due to having missed my grade's formal dance - like prom, but Aussie - and now I've got to see all the photos of my friends having fun without me.
[Exchange years are fun]

Anyway, I actually quite like the way this turned out, even if the inspiration was a little... tainted.
I'd love to hear what you think of my abstract descriptions.

Have fun storming both literary castles and actual castles! Xx

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"I have no right to be jealous."
But yet, I was.
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It itches
It simmers
It screams out in rage

It itches
It nags
It threatens to cage

It itches
It aches
It tears and it cuts

It itches
It consumes
It clenches fists shut

It itches
It suffocates
It burns through my heart

It itches
I scratch
It's been green from the start

~ MallaHarkness04