Trees

There’s a tree that grows inside of my body. 

He absorbs my blood, my heart is his own.

There are branches filling up my lungs;

I cannot breathe.

His roots are piercing my skin, 

My freckles are outnumbered by splinters. 

Pollen rains down on us like a storm of springtime snow. 

It poisons our waters,

And now, barbed wire grows on the others.