You started at my feet

soft tendrils of bright green

tickling my toes.

darkening round my thighs

to a deeper shade of green,

growing thicker, coarser, twisting, turning

your brown branches round mine,

embedding my flesh,

sucking my blood,

fighting for the light.

So pretty on the woodland path

people stop to run their hands

along the rope around my throat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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