My End
Your vines wrapped slowly. I never heard them. I still do not perceive that pressure. My twisted, tangled roots did not always choke, nor did they beg you to release them. I grew to resent your presence, yet I willingly stayed rooted at your side. You had me so entangled that my recognition of your restriction came after my demise. You enjoyed my rotting. You were unwanted, and yet unwavering. Your beauty was unseen, and so you stripped me of mine. In truth, your wretched wrapping may have strangled me, but I chose to shy away from the sun. I chose to focus on the silence instead of the pain. And that silence occupied my mind while I began to decay.
Your vines wrapped slowly. I never heard them. I still do not perceive that pressure. My twisted, tangled roots did not always choke, nor...