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Author: The FiboNACHI Sequence
Fiction Rated: T - English - Horror/Angst - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-07-08 - Updated: 02-07-08 - Complete - id:2472704

:VINES:

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…everywhere…

They weave and blur, leaves suffocating my maw…
Vines everywhere, twisting around my body…

Telling me where to move, what to DO!

Graceful and deadly
The vines are my emerald prison…
Struggling, I can’t move anything…

Pain. When? How? Why?

And vines become me, leaves in front of me.
Earth below me, your face above me…

(Out of my reach, eternally…)

But soon all I see is green (redblackohgodHELPME)

I scream and cry and struggle but my tears feed my green cage…

They loop around my body, like a shroud…

Serpentine.

Smooth.

Deadly...

They feast and tighten, constricting more than ever with rules that I don’t want to follow…

(Don’t do that
Can’t say this
Wrong for you.
Better for us
Be this way…
Or lose me…)

TIGHTENING THE NOOSE…

Blood dripping from thorns…

Indigo skin (asphyxiation)

I can’t breathe

Won’t you just LET ME GO!

JUST LET ME BE THIS WAY!!!



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