house plant

it grows in you like fresh moss,

tangled and chaotic until you forget

where your own roots begin and its end.

its leafy vines steal your water, but they grow so

lush and vibrant that you don’t realize.

not completely. you feel your body losing its lifeline,

but suddenly you're too tired to do anything about it.

some people only see some a bunch of moss,

but others, the ones closest to you,

implore you to manage the overgrowth.

but by now your heart is overtaken by the

invasive species, its gnarled vines twisted around your bones.

an invisible master leaving you no choice but quiet submission.

day by day, you let the dark moss consume you.

you become a mere host,

your only purpose to water the plants

until one day,

you just can’t anymore.