Envy Green irises remain fixated in a state of obscene envy. Glassy and glaring, they stare motionless and resentful. Absorbing the coveted details they'll never see when they look at themselves. February 17, 2023October 8, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Coveted, Desires, Details, Dreams, Envy, fuck, Jealousy, Me, Poetry 7 Comments