Vines

These are vines
These clocks and schedules
Problems and decisions
They entwine us
Hold us apart

Some climb down your throat
Like a body snatcher
Compelling you to say those things
And maybe they’re in my ears
Repeating those words
And are they in my heart?
And are mercy and forgiveness choking?

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