ViNeS... The vines constrict me, making me struggle to breathe, to gasp for another sweet ever loving breath. These vines hold me back into captivity of the larger plant that they came from, telling me to stay with them. I tear at the horned vines, getting scratched, poked, cut and sliced in each attempt to escape. I'm not mad, I can tell you, the gas I inhale is pink, and makes me laugh, it makes me think—No! It tells me, that all these cuts and wounds are marvelous, and to continue to struggle against them. These deadly ropes are my best friends, and I continue to tell them my secrets, and more pink gas escapes, making giggle and thrash in these plants. Cut after cut, opening of multiple scabs and I bleed profusely, but I laugh in the face of pain, asking it to do more. The constriction will only tighten around me when I want to leave them, but they say I'm their only friend, and if I leave, they will be lonely. They call me Daphine, and I am the sucker of the vines and their lies.. Their lies... The lies of telling me they would help me, and I've been here for years, laughing, listening to the vines..Listening to them and following such a silly set of instructions they give me.. "Oh come tell us, dear child of the garden, all of your secrets, we'll listen.. Oh do step closer to us, I ask.." I am Daphine, and despite being Girl of the Plants, I will always bleed RED.