#HorrorWritersChat "The roots dig deeper into my veins, foxgloves sprouting from my skin. My pores turn into stomata, my blood to xylem and phloem. I realize I never want to leave the forest. For who would abandon their family?"
Artemis Quinn 🏳️⚧️🎨📚The strange compulsion to reach out and touch one of the plants overtakes you. As your fingers touch the petals, they tingle. You freeze, watching tendrils reach out cautiously from the plant. "The roots dig deeper into my veins, foxgloves sprouting from my skin." Finish it. #HorrorWritersChat