untamable vines
sprouting recklessly
through your body
rooting deep within the
limbs of soil
contaminated with those
blackened cells devouring
visages of reds and whites-
a stemmed spine infecting
a psychoactive brain
it was black out
when you blacked out and
nothing
was the same
those foraging flowers
bloomed
and withered
and faded
into a shrinking skeleton
of carcinoma
at her funeral
you breathlessly sighed
“I’ll be there soon”
two months later
that pistol ached
for the itch
of permanence
and crimson petals
danced on the walls
behind you-
waltzing to a
lead infinity
