My lungs are filled with thorns

There’s mildew in my bones

I’m rotting from the inside dear

This body’s not my own

 

Vines hold my bones together

They’re tangled through my ribs

I’m struggling to breathe my dear

I don’t think I can live

 

My heart is filled with soil

The pores are chocked with clay

You’ll suffocate within my dear

I cannot ask you to stay

 

Instead of veins there’s roots

That live beneath my skin

They dig into my heart my dear

I fear that they might win

 

I thought the weeds might flower

The ones within my hair

But there’s no blooms tonight my dear

The weeds are dry and bare

 

My blood it bleeds of pollen

And long ago dead leaves

A shame you are allergic dear

Of what my body weaves

 

My voice is fallen leaves

Ground powder under boots

You claim to love my laugh my dear

But I’d rather I keep mute

 

You place flowers in my ears

I hear their mournful song

Call my name once more my dear

I fear I don’t have long