Deadly Drunken Squeeze / by Yessenia Funes

Without a reason,
Without a cause,
These vines, they wrap
Around her heart

They squeeze
Tighter and tighter
Her skin turns red
They pour images
Into her head

At first, she struggles
And puts up a fight
The floral serpent
Fills her with fright

But she walked into
The cave of vines
The place she knows
Where she cannot hide

The ropes seduced her
With their petals
A lush red that spoke
Of endless pleasure

So what to do
But give in?
The vines won't stop
She can't win

Once she quits
Huffing and puffing
The vines pull her
Into a garden full
Of nothing
But sweet loving