growth spurt.

standing tall, towering,
helpful friends beneath her feet,
long everything stretching,
gazes floating, flittering.

jealousy stirs,
an idea forms,
craving emptiness,
finding success,
she wants to fall,
lower, lower, lowest,
into the depths of thismonster-filled pit,
they eat her insides,
and lower she falls.

self-contained striving,
stifled secrets,
severely shaken,
somewhat ashamed.

she feels around,
empty holes, hard branches,
barely beating heart,
and brittle existence.

the further she falls,
the more she's won,
and the more she has lost,
the more success she feels.