A fence post held in a vine's twining grasp
the tree smothered under a kudzu blanket
a tender green young shoot losing the race to a tendril

that first exploring finger of the parasite

cold    sticky   tenatively sure of itself

hesitating before advancing though
only really bowing to self-preservation  
a millisecond before grasping greed propels it forward.

- - disfigurement in the bark out-lined the pressure - -

at least scars proved the pressure had been there.
In the life before the life had been squeezed out.