You are like ivy creeping and embedding yourself in spirals around my limbs
Poison slowly creeping into my very flesh, my very being
What is it about you that makes my lungs heave with distaste
You are a wolf in sheepskin
Your soul a grotesque knarly fungus, toxins settling around you like a shield But your exterior a brilliantly bright red
You invite others in, only to realise your glowing, vibrant colours have been forged from using and discarding others ******* those around you dry Forcing yourself into every little crevice
I hate growing next to you, stealing all my light, all my nutrients, all my life
And I bet when you no longer require my prescence you will give absolutely no second thought to tearing me limb from torso to feed that rabid wolf inside you
I bet it's lonely on that 'moral' high ground you keep telling me about, looking down at the rest of my humble flock
I bet one day you will realise you are actually growing on top of an ants hill, not a mighty moral mountain
Enjoy your own company, since you're clearly too good for anyone else's Since you would rather poison everything around you
Everyone hates poison ivy
KG
P.s. tried to use the combination of juxtaposing two different metaphors here, kind of switching between the two, hope it worked