The ivy crawled up the chimney
sneaking into the cracks
where water found a way in, and expanded.
The ivy crawled up the chimney
hiding behind the morning glories
that camouflage the damage
til bricks crumble.
Large chunks fall
bringing the ivy down too
until all that is left
is a pile of broken bricks
held together with ivy.
ah yes- I take away metaprors of slow intrusiveness, finding our weak spots, takilng us over until we aremheld together by scars, not skin.