A man sneered, and snidely mumbled
“I was fine until ten minutes ago.”
Months ago. The sneer percolated daily.
In the group room red kudzu began rooting,
skulking up walls to the ceiling,
hanging in drapes, covering the floor.
Tendrils waved and flared like the unconsumed bush.
Its red tide flowed toward the door.
A crimson ghost pruned leaves and grafted shoots.
Today the leader entered the room
and hacked through vines and coils
until shreds drifted against the walls.
That man entered, stood, unblinking.
The leader handed him the machete.