they came for me in springtime,
bound me in moss
circled around me so tightly
i couldn't breathe
they painted me green:
i began to photosynthesise
you'll grow to like it.
we cannot tell lies.
verdant crept up into my soul:
at the tips of my fingers white flowers bloomed
my hair turned to brambles
my skin to ashy bark
a small fairy, wandering through the glen, exclaims:
"oh look how sweetly blue that berry is!"
and reaches out to pluck my eye
i have no voice
nor stinging nettles
only the earth shudders through my roots.