Limelit tendrils kiss her face, A muscular ball gown crowned with a poisonous dew. Before the light, as a tiny arrowhead in indoor dirt Acid steeped inside her while she waited for the day and grew. She waits still for the day when she escapes and exhalesΒ In a virulent chemical coronation with much ado. Her green ****** breath will choke your lungs and Lay waste to all things in a pheremonic haze and glue. Β Concrete parts for her roots in the noxious shade of a wilted steel jungle As she scrapes the sky like a biocidal yew. Useless eyes rotting out of useless skulls, Pulling species to their knees to subdue. An orgiastic tundra of moss and skin and fur Piling like toxic snow on a human avenue. Cold-skinned vines pulsate toward one another Humming strangely and whipping through And ever upward to meet the bright desert light Beyond her glorious emerald lair of flesh and mildew.