Poison Ivy

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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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