The death plant comes creeping in the door crack Slithering and wrapping around all that is near It clings and adheres to everything close I keep cutting it but it keeps coming back I keep snipping the leaves, black at the tips Turning upwards like sinister lips And trimming the edges but it just keeps coming back
Life-line, Death-vine by Geneviève Pardoe Macchiarella is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.