Prompt: Use "jealousy is a lavafall" as the theme and first line of a poem.

Jealousy is a lavafall.

It burns from within.

First, it's slow.

At first, it's not felt
but then hard rock melts
from the pain flaming inside.

It builds up.

Feeding on itself.

It consumes everything
as it slithers inside
lapping away at inner walls
that try to keep it at bay
and not give way.

It hurts its carrier
but if you break the barrier,
then it will overflow,
leaving only the hardened rock it once was.

But all who are close
will only remember
bright vermillion
and molten flame
emerging from a mask of dormancy.