Wicked Branches

Twitching branches
Pale, ghostly arms
Sickly leaves unfurling
With blackened palms

Greedy and cruel
With clinging vines
Wicked whispers which
Corrode and undermine

Spiteful words
Birthed this jungle here
And so festering self-doubt
Leads to paralysing fear

The branches lock
Around their victim
Twitching delightfully
As he starts to listen



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