vines

dead flowers everywhere coming from every hole in his skull out of his mouth, his eye sockets. dead flowers. overwhelming vines strong, strong vines holding on, never to let go. they're suffocating him. sunshine. just a little ray peeking through the dense vines but the flowers don't see it the dead flowers keep feeding the vines the vines won't let go they're growing thicker, blocking everything out they don't care. the vines want her. not me.