V. O. (a poem)

When someone you follow turns out to have multiple social media accounts…

She’s got more aliases
than a 1930s gangster
and a way with words
to make the maestro blush
with a mixture of envy and rage

Nobody else could keep up that pace
not even with chemical assistance
without causing profuse bleeding
where the skin used to be
blistered off in a fit of envy and rage

And it’s never enough
the words keep coming and coming
leaving no time for breath or being
It may be best if you don’t ask
she’s got no use for envy or rage

(26 September 2017)