the wall

She was ivy.

Growing between the weeds,

grasping for a hold.

They clipped her leaves,

one by one.

But another tendril reached out.

She grew in so many directions

they couldn’t find her.

The sun guided her to rise.

The shadows pulled her to safety.

Survival lay at the

crest of the wall.

There she could see it all.

But as she looked over the edge,

there was only rubble.

and she knew then

her blood was poison after all.