Cross Vine

Fotolia_68067857_Subscription_Monthly_XXL.jpgDried vines,
Wither the life away,
Choking the breath of air,
Sharp and iridescent,
Grip high and strangle,
Ribs popping against the bower,
Eyes open with the weight,
A corset of laced decay,
Touching the flesh of skin,
Hostile in aversion,
Reacting to the dreary wall,
Tangle in the wake of exasperation,
Vexed by the knot and kink of the cross vines pull.

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