branching

the thin tendril drawn to the weak spot
like water filling a crack
the chink in the armor
the body invaded
slowly filling
wrapping its fingers of vine
through his muscles
around his bones
filling the joints
the tendril and vein become one
a coursing darkness throughout

branching

cut short

the pen it disappeared and my ears they took its place
writing in the holes left void behind my face
fully saturated by the notes of conversation
the lyrics of the day watered growing admiration
the sand count is forgotten when the word flow recommences
and soon all ground is covered regardless of the fences
as audience i thought that my presence was desired
but the bill was paid in full so performance was required
the writing now has ended but the garden flowers on
my eyes water the seeds because the gardener is gone

cut short

but

i know i need to breathe
or i will suffocate
but i am trapped underwater.

i know i need to eat
or i will starve
but i cannot swallow.

i know i need shelter
or i will freeze to death
but my legs are paralyzed.

i know i need community
or i will implode
i will wither
i will fall into a darkness
that consumes my every waking moment
trapping me within myself
with only my thoughts
and my emotions
and me.

but