Invasive
the bittersweet that grows and starts
clandestine tendrils at my heart
pulling as my grasp decays
on withered vines by
lonely caves
yet I reach for
fetid fruits while
rats in my gaze and guile
chuckle with their
rodent smiles
still wondering how
we chose to be
this victim of insanity
where sand is quick
who struggles most
surely to please
their willing host
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