Somedays I'll be a cutie, somedays a boss
Somedays a dried-off leaf holding right
Hugging the branches I once emerged from
Pleading them to hold my petiole tight

But what am I requesting and from whom?
I kept picturing vicious snakes as angels
Even the branch never wanted me too close
It was worse than walking with strangers

Something creeps inside the margin of veins
Tickling my spine greets past memories
Like a statue body horrified to move or fend
Now I'm simply haunted by the histories