Blood Tree
By Imogen B
Published 5 September 2023
Tiny beings swarm me
Like a dark cloud
Panic courses up through my roots
Down my limbs
Crimson blood seeps through my flesh
Anything, anything to get them away
Sticky, slimy is the sap
I've set the trap
Get back, get back!
More and more
An army of feeders
The final drop seeps out.