Lady Phthisis

Vines grow over her feet and thighs, thorns deep in her soft dark flesh
as spread out 

As the freckles across her shoulders, down her arched back
her arms spread across her heaving chest

Blood still fresh, streaming down her thighs, her knees
down down down down down

To her ankles, deep in the salty earth
her face is hidden

By the shadows of the trees above, sunlight filters through the gaps of leaves
her body lies still

On the moss, flowers blooming out of her decaying skin
and it is teeming

With life, and movement
and her eyes without eyelids

Watch, and wish, and dream, and feel
and fall

Fall, fall, fall, fall, fall
into the leaves and the vines, spread out

Under the eucalypts