The human fly trap

It was a tree prickly like spines. 

leaf’s like monsters

 if you grabbed one it would slowly eat your hand.

The vines would sprints towards the nearest person.

 Roots like mines

 if you stepped on it would pull you in the thick soil.

Its pollen was as thick as poison

 if you smelled it would knock you out.

As its fruit fell it cracked

 and a venues fly trap, with armor made of concurs 

The flower its self if you ground it in a bowl it 

would grant you eternal life.

The tree had branches as tough as steel.

Its buds are blood red blooming into elegant flowers,

Soft as a thousand feathers galaxy rift purple.

 Daniel Clark