Vines line my waist as if they were lace
You can see my body giving into the nature
My heart beating out of my skin, vines once more coating my chest
Flowers seeping from my face to my neck
Sitting so still I might as well have been dead
But I was very much alive
And there I was sitting, waiting to be fed
My eyes so very dark blended with my surroundings because they're such brown
they mimic the color of bark or the ground
You could see the green peaking from my skin, just there enough so you could see it.
Like someone had just airbrushed green paint on me.
But no, indeed it was moss and soon enough there would be mushrooms.
Soon there would be numerous different flowers and plants sprouting from all my imperfections
And soon I would be beautiful again
