she dreamed of trees that night
      branches of bone and glowing webs
flowers of flesh in a slow stir
      irises for leaves and claws as thorns

silver mosquitoes flew in the sky
      foliage trembling as they passed
proboscises with skewered humans
      fresh blood dripping, watering the moors

she ran to hide in cave of glass
      saw pale green skin, petals all around
two eyes rooted in golden wood
      weeping pollen and sap