It came to me like snails to gardens,

Ready to consume.

Slowly, deliberately,

Darkness filled the room.

Whispers turned to serpents’ hiss,

A hollow ache, a chilling dread.

The tendrils of despair would kiss,

And steal the light from heart and head.

But dawn finds me a gardener now,

With gloves of resolve and will.

The weeds that choked my spirit down,

The creeping shadows stand still.

Each ten...

it came to me

like snails come to gardens

ready to consume,

and so lonely

holding a shell of burdens

heavy as a tomb

it followed me

like the wake of a sailboat

trailing like a kite

flying so free

bouncing buoys, afloat

stark against the night...

It came to me like snails come to the gardens;

Ready to consume

A thought I’d been afraid of for so long

Threatening to burst out from within

Tempting me to take what I thought was my life

And flip it upside down

Inside out

Start it again

Consumed by the daydream

Of freedom from it all

From the expectations drawn up for me

Since I was a little girl

From the picture I had in my head for so long

...

It came to me like snails come to gardens:

Ready to consume.

All my life I had to be so guarded,

Until I finally found you.

You caught my eye from the very start,

I was so unprepared,

Somehow you got me to hand you my heart,

And you proved that you cared.

You never once let me down,

You showed me how to trust.

Any time you came around,

All I could feel was love.

I’m incomplete

Now that you’re g...

It came to me like snails come to gardens: ready to consume. As I start to get my memory back,

Something caught my attention and took me off track. As the unknown eats away at me. I do what I need to for my goals to be achieved. I have never had my thoughts be under a trap before and learning to adapt is like learning to read a map.

Things don’t feel right like my senses are even touched on. As d...

It came to me like snails come to gardens, ready to consume

Why didn’t I know before

What took me so long

I followed you blindly

I listened to you

Agreed with you

Did what you said

Whenever

But I never got anything in return

Nothing

Just hurtful comments

That broke me down

Bit by bit

But why did I just realize

You were terrible to me

I was blinded by disbelief

That you would actually leave me

Fr...

It came to me like snails come to gardens:

ready to consume

I could have written it,

That fated love

An infatuation ready to watch my world crumble

Yet I told it to move forward, for it was fate,

Encouraging a painful spiral

that I knew was also destiny

Who could say “No” to the drug that is

love?

The strongest hearts in the world perhaps,

Not mine

My heart collapsed like the trees in the Amaz...

it came to me like snails to a garden, ready to consume

this epiphany like moment i am so likely drawn to

the source behind my bones this ever growing greenery

fed with forgiving foliage, patience to reset my scenery

the dish i put off til the very moon lit the sky

now with joy i leap from bed when mornings slowly rise

that pet peeve i so willingly and desperately despised

no longer a peeve at al...

It came to me like snails come to gardens:

Ready to consume

Slow and steady, slimy and insatiable

For the longest time I waited

Impatient and desperate to be ingested

Wanting, needing to be invested in

Trying to be ingratiated and all the while

Consumed from the inside out

Plagued with indignation

Starved for an interpretation

That could nurture our soil

And untangle my roots...

It came to me like snails come to gardens: ready to consume,

Ooze with slime,

At first, I didn’t notice,

But then slowly over time,

Clothes became to big,

Hip bones stuck out,

But it was my eyes,

The dead look,

No life in them,

It was like I was without a soul,

Trauma is slow,

At least for me,

Trauma consumes everything you are,

Ripping and tearing,

Chewing and munching on body, mind and soul...