Basement gardens

Her face smells like rain, musty tar seeping  
From her pores, she laughs in the basement trying
Not regurgitate, she plugs her hollow spine into  
The veins of the concrete floor, her smile of a static storm  
Lights up and the bewildered rats begin a convulsing dance,
Her body begins to flourish as the weeds begin to piece through  
Her skin from the inside out, her haunting song echoes around  
the basement walls As the nettles rapped around her vocal chords
and begin to slither out of her mouth, she continues Her transition  
into her botanic cocoon, the rats urinate as they Awaken from their  
seizure like state, she is now barely visible as the weeds and thorns finally
Slither out of her nose and ears, she will be eventually reborn in later tears