Me the Grape Vine

i became aware of the mixture of dirt and air moving through my nose as I took in my last breath. The dirt  now lodged in my nasal passage agitated my eyeballs and brain.  They started to water. My brain and eyes weeping. I would have opened my eyes but I knew the earth would fall into them. I could feel something, some insect perhaps…tiptoeing along my eyelashes… a millipede…one leg fore every lash. I opened my mouth and let the loamy soil fill in like an avalanche. I began to chew and churn the earth in with the moisture in my mouth until it turned to mud. I leaned my head back and let the mud run down my throat. The cold sludge into my stomach through my guts and back into the earth. My back started to cramp. I cannot be sure but it was as though two enormous hands emerged from my kidneys and gripped onto the earth locking me there. I felt a sensation in my abdomen like a needle pulling thread up through my cervix and through my flesh. A sprouting vine winding its way through the soft of my belly climbed through my skin and up toward the sun. I felt my self decompose as the vine grew rapidly bigger and bigger growing leaves and fruit. I could feel the leaves as though they were my own hands and the fruits as well like tears perhaps as they swelled up with sour juices sweeten and then fall to the ground