For as long as I can remember, I've walked around the right side of the table
The side full of healthy brown bark
Wrapped in the greenest vines
Surrounded with flowers
That was until I saw it
The bark started to lean towards me
The vines reached for me in ways I didn't desire
And the flowers flowers coated my wounds in their glucose
I told the vines to back off, I did
But they never listened
They mushed my words into jokes, never to be taken seriously
Now I walk around the left side of the table
No longer fearful of picking something up off the ground
