Climbing
Twisting
Weaving
Grappling
At my
Throat
My life
In its
Hands
This weed
This bane
Of my
Existence
Choking me
No
Water or
Sun
For
Nourishment
Spider’s
Sinister
Threads
Ensnaring her
Bringing
Her own
Life
To an
End
A knife
Stabbed
In my
Back
And
The weed
Tightens
Its grip
A drop
Of Blood
Floats
To the
Ground
And all
Is
Lost

 
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