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Infestation

Dark tendrils grow around the mind, squeezing it- not enough to choke, mind, but gasp around the pressure. Whatever thoughts do manage to slip around the growing tendrils drip along them, quickly picking up the darkness of the thickening lines. From this, even the happiest memories turn bitter, and the bitterness only feeds the vines, quickening their growth. – There’s a physical pain that comes with this, of course. The hinge of the jaw locks from the roots tangled within it, only managing to move for social niceties and other lies. Ribs constrict from spreading growths twining and twisting around them, pressing the lungs smaller and smaller, until breathing becomes a near-impossible chore. Eyes fill with grit, their saltwater stolen to water the vines. – Can one rid themselves of this weed? It could be starved by putting a halt to thinking and feeling, with the hope that it will shrivel and die first. It can be torn and scratched, shredded with what it grows against, making both bleed, with hope that one rid themselves of enough of the infestation, that they survive the blood loss.

#words #written #i like to imagine this being an except from an old tome or witches book #that's the tone i wanted anyway