It\'s scared the shit out of me.
An invasive species took over my yard.
The soil is tight, the lawn is gone,
Replaced by green that breathes at dawn.
It didn’t ask, it didn’t wait,
It simply climbed the garden gate
A creeping, sprawling, emerald host,
An uninvited, strangling ghost.
I watch the fescue fade to gray,
As shadows stretch and turn to clay,
The tendrils coil like wire snakes,
Coiling round the garden stakes.
They choke the roses, vine by vine,
The territory is no longer mine.
I stepped outside to pull a weed,
To stop the spread, to kill the seed,
But something rustled deep within,
Where sunlight wears a sickly thin.
It wasn’t wind, it wasn’t air—
A pulse was beating down in there.
The backyard hums a jagged note,
A tightness rising in my throat.
It’s not just roots, it’s not just leaves—
It’s watching me from underneath.
It’s creeping past the sliding door,
It’s looking for a little more.
I locked the bolts and pulled the blind,
But left the nightmare far behind.
The floorboards creak, the windows swell—
The garden’s raising up from hell.
It hasn’t stopped. It’s grown so tall.
I hear it scratching at the wall.