Flowers bloom in my throat,
Crawling up,
Thorns prod and poke.
Vines wrap around my stomach,
And my intestines too.
Wasps and bees,
And butterflies flew.
My heart beats with the sound of stampede\'s.
My tummy rumbling with the wolves growl.
My arms and legs crumbling,
As the ocean dehydrates,
And the desert drowns.
Tigers crawling up my ribs,
Roaring,
Like the rivers crashing down my face-
Anxiety- has won this race.
The ants crawling beneath my skin,
My clothing the blanket;
To an all you can eat picnic.
I\'m not in a forest anymore,
No, but the forest I\'ve become.
The locusts swarm,
And my resolve becomes undone.
I\'m a safari gone wrong.