She sits on my shoulder, a little demon in my head whispering evil deeds and twisting my thoughts. Treacherous little bitch, making me see things in a different shade of red.

A cheap fuck, she whispers, each word edged with razor-wire and venom; stinging the wounds cut open. In turn her words taint my own, causing me to lash out with bitterness.

I name her Jealousy, but she only smiles with amusement. I know her name, but that single word doesn’t allow me full reign over her being.