IVY

IVY

My spirit sits planted
with bramble and burr,
the sharpest of branches has twined.
Jealous of landscapes
I’ve brushed in my head,
these stories I’ve sown in my mind.

Ivy does not
need its poison to kill,
its flowers can be just as mean;
Luring me in
til there’s no room to breathe,
I drown in the depths of the green.

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