Vines that grab me from below,
Grasping at my toes
Curling around my nails
Growing upward, clasping my thighs together.
Vines that tangle me inside,
Stretching up my muscles for miles
Squeezing my heart, suffocating my brain
Wrapping itself tightly around my bones
Cutting of the circulation until I go insane.
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Begging In The Abyss
PoetryIf you would enjoy reading about the abyss of life, love, hope and all else in the form of poetry, well then I think you've found the right place.
