Its vines spread
Covering the ground that I carelessly tread over
a death trap to uncovered ankles,
not wanting to notice, turning a blind eye to
the poison that takes hold
Grabbing my skin, slithering up my legs
eating away the arrogant victim
Trip. Fall face first
Onto the dirt
vines and thorns, wrap around my arms
every inch of skin shown, poisoned
rubbed against the oils
Home, I discover the disease
itchy patchy red, not even calamine calming
my Incurable itch.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
Its vines spread
Covering the ground that I carelessly tread over
a death trap to uncovered ankles,
not wanting to notice, turning a blind eye to
the poison that takes hold
Grabbing my skin, slithering up my legs
eating away the arrogant victim
Trip. Fall face first
Onto the dirt
vines and thorns, wrap around my arms
every inch of skin shown, poisoned
rubbed against the oils
Home, I discover the disease
itchy patchy red, not even calamine calming
my Incurable itch.