Poison & Vine

I wandered through the woods,
desperately trying to remember
whether you have five or if it’s three.
Emerald vines that wrap around dying oaks
complete with curled shoots and velvet fur coats,
a silent danger lurking in between fallen leaves
the string and bow tied around all of my trees.
Seemingly harmless, so simple and green
the poison you hide, the fury inside
those beautiful leaves soaking in the sun.
It seems that all I know and all I see
is tainted by your hidden mystery.


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