from a blood root to a solanum,
she sways both ways
a mere shadow of her former self.
corridors of hopelessness,
now for your amusement.
the deflation of lungs, and
the crawling of your skin.
festering,
silence creeps into her bones.
suffocating from swallowed screams
how can i run from my mind,
but drown in simplicity.
Not So Simple 