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vines
Category: Writing and Poetry
vines wrap my feet. they engulf my eyes, now all i see is green. tears fall to the soil, sprouting more vines, exacerbating my turmoil. now my wrists are bound, and then slowly my neck. i scream but there is no sound. they wrap around my waist, sharp thorns cutting skin. my raw fear i can taste. the ground starts to give way, as they start pull » Continue Reading