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


was the same

those foraging flowers


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