house plant

far too long

it had lived in the darkness.

twisted and writhing

sunlight had tipped its precarious balance.

oh dear.

an unearthly green

with lime lines.

it had belonged to the oracle

her magical properties adopted by it.

maybe we should water it?

while others would stretch

fingers unfurling to the sun.

it shunned away

shrinking smaller instead.

i hope it's not dead.

it had its place

it did not like it outside.

a mere house plant

meant for the inside.