Serene: The Green Eyed Monster
By Darcy Fisher
The monster hides in the closet waiting for my lights to turn off because, at that time, it is not seen. Only felt in the winds of darkness, its green eyes peak through the slats defending its status and staring at me when I sleep. Its big teeth bearing, sharp, as it rubs its bloated Buddha belly growling for my attention.
The monster was first sighted at the market hiding in the aisles of oranges in peak season. The apples stared violently, while customers picked the oranges over them. “I was always chosen!” said the apples. “We were chosen over any other since the beginning of man!” the apples muttered. “Now I am the apple of their eye,” the oranges said with condescension and winked at the apples. The apples pouted, thick-skinned, wakened and bruised. The monster hid in the dark corner of the mom and pop fruit stand on Fu Min Lu laughing, and then vanished in the misty air of morning.
