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There were vines up her skin

slender mossy streams that breathed life into her veins

eyes brown like that dried up mud-

sticky surfaces that

burrow you into the Earth

 

Those branches

latch and tangle

entwine around the crevices of her heart

 

She had leafy shells in her hair

 

Strands that stuck up like Medusa

a receptacle of venom that could have

turned Perseus himself to stone

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