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Poison Ivy
November 22, 2009
Growing and wrapping between my toes,
slowly gaining height and strength,
the grasp tightens and leaves widen-blooming.
Up to my hips, I’m anxious.
Twisting, turning, tangling my frame-
much like the serpents who lie within you.
Flooding my ears now,
I can’t hear the screams I used to.
Flourishing buds, swelling stems,
Finally I’m blinded.
There is no use fighting it any longer,
I can’t claim I ever did.
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