Vines

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(((Sept 5 2013)))

Vines

When you close your eyes

They feel like 

                        Vines,

Wrapping slowly up your legs.

It feels soft,

            Slow,

            Sweet.

Harmless.

But your eyes open

        They sneak a little

                                        Peek,

        Your mouth opens 

                                        Wide,

         But darling you can't

                                        Scream.

It looks like a 

                          Demonic mist,

Convulsing,

                      Shuddering,

                                              Shocking.

It feels like rope,

                    Burning you as it tightens,

Piercing your skin as it

                    Wraps its way up your

                                                    Body,

Stealing you,

                        Killing you,

Maybe even playing a little

                                               Game.

When you close your eyes

They feel like vines,

Wrapping around your outsides 

Before it goes

                        In.

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