Vines

Tiptoeing through shards of broken fantasies

I know what lies ahead, not one graze will be in vain

lesions of journeys prior have yet to scar only further inspiring my trips to these parts. a place heralded as forbidden by the fire it ignites inside me but the rebel that I am is so eager to defy me.

a place I never want to go because I never want to leave. everything’s enchanted the ground, the trees, the breeze. every now and then I feel them calling out for me, but it’s the vines that get me every time,

aesthetic as can be

I arrive, appearing wholesome and naïve to the impercipient eye. but not everyone’s a fool

The moon knows my longing and the stars know my motives, so the night sky will tell the story of a dreamer devoted.

I become intertwined in the vines but this is why I came. Delirium draws me back and being present in their presence is an impractical task.

How quickly they infiltrate my mind

Breaking down the anatomy of every poem I ever wrote, revealing words I never spoke, forming a grip around my throat, a gentle choke that will provoke me to uncloak

Exposed but empowered

I haven’t left but I’m counting the hours until I’m back here again being devoured by the vines they get me every time,

aesthetic as can be