Envy

People have never thought jealousy could be taken to such an extreme level. There was a woman, she still lives to this day. She had so much jealousy in her heart. So much jealousy. She had so much jealousy towards those who appeared more beautiful. She hadn't intended that it would become a daily basis. She would she a beautiful woman, grow envious of them. She would stalk them until midnight, follow them into their homes, and once their guard was down; she would skin them. She would leave the bloody corpse where it lied. She would travel back to her home. She would stitch the skin together and she would wear the skin. She would frolic and dance around her house in another's flesh. She would sew the features she liked to her own body, replacing the original. To this day, not a patch of her skin is her own and it will continue to change each day, an everchanging ragdoll. Her jealousy fuels her life and fills her literal meat sack of a body. Envy can never be satisfied.