BINDWEED
- Dark Poets Club

- Sep 11
- 1 min read
By Annie Fisher

They‘re all along my path today,
trumpeting their purity—
a flawless, beaming sisterhood.
But I know how they clutch and cling.
The seed, they say, can feign its death
for half a century or more,
then spring to life, unkillable
as sibling rivalry.



