The vines around my rib cage squeezes
I try to breathe, let out airy wheezes.
My skin turns red from the friction
I cannot move from the restriction

The leaves grow large and colorful
I lay and watch them flourish powerful.
The sun comes down and they grow bolder
Spiny flowers dance on my shoulder

I lay covered in a forest
My mind travels overhead, a tourist
Watching each part of me taken over
All the...