There are leaves on my skin
Glass tongue kissing my legs
Yes they are shadow,
But my legs are covered in vine

And as the moon cast the window pain
Into my eyes I see it
I see it between the vines
Snaking their way through my sheets

Ripping through the cast of my house
Reaching for me in my sleep
Begging to ******* walls
Pleading to tear the carpet into shreds

Leaves on my skin
Though only the light is filtering in
Glass against my hands
The only thing between me and the Jasmine vines