“她的大腿上長出了茂盛的白色根須，胸脯上開出了暗紅色的花……
——摘錄自 韓江《植物妻子》”
有些植物，長在身體裡。
讀到韓江《植物妻子》那段描寫——根須、花蕊、山茶葉般的手——我忽然想起自己的夢，與那一連串在身體發生的異變：從玫瑰乳頭到陰毛花園，從臉頰長出的白菇到腿上生出的苔蘚貼布，每一次植物的生成，都既陌生又真實，像某種對身體與情感記憶的隱喻回聲。
這些書寫，大多來自夢境或日常中微妙的身體感覺，半是想像，半是皮膚底下正在生長的真相。也許，那些在體內萌芽的，不只是植物，而是我們難以言說的渴望與變形。
夢植記
玫瑰乳頭｜2019.11.10
我的乳頭像兩朵尚未盛開的玫瑰，花瓣緊密相貼，淡淡的粉紅色。
在花瓣之間，我發現都藏著黑色的小沙粒，像是細小的髒污，也像寄生的種子。
我忍不住將它們一一挑出。那動作喚起一種快感，如同兒時習慣將手指探進肚臍縫隙，掏出那些藏著的塵垢。
眉花｜2019.10.18
那天準備參加一場婚禮。我在街頭漫無目的地逛著，試圖尋找一件合身的洋裝，。我個子比常人嬌小，從來與它們格格不入。
放棄了，回到家，面對鏡子，法令紋如兩道細長的溝壑，深深刻進皮膚，像時間留下的筆劃。我試圖用粉底與隔離霜一層層填補，像在修補一堵被歲月風蝕的牆。
當我猶豫著是否上睫毛膏時，發現每根睫毛末端都附著著一朵朵小花——是矢車菊在悄悄盛開。更不可思議的是，眉心的毛孔中，竟悄悄地冒出嫩草與小花，交錯成一片細小的花園 。
那一刻，我放下化妝刷。這張臉，不需要再裝飾什麼了 。
樹枝白菇｜2019.12.03
臉頰右側長出幾枝小小的樹枝，從皮膚的毛孔中冒出。樹枝裂開的枝條裡頭，藏著柔軟的白絲，我輕輕將它抽出時，竟發現那是一串長條分枝的白菇，形態細緻，像是金針菇。
我欣賞著它的構造，想將它收藏起來，但就在我轉頭的瞬間，發現臉的左側也不安分——幾條長春藤正悄悄從毛孔長出並蔓延，像吸盤般地緊緊附著在皮膚上。
我一把將它們連根拔起，那動作引發奇妙的快感。
陰毛公園｜2020.02.29
那是一艘遊輪，我喝下一杯被招待的綠酒，低頭時驚見自己胯下鼠蹊部之間長出一根粗細如豆芽、尾端帶酒紅色的陰毛。
當我拔起那根毛時，竟發現其頂端綻放著一朵粉藍色的微型玫瑰。隨後更多植物顯現——薰衣草、牽牛花、絨毛球狀的白色植物，在陰毛叢間無聲地蔓延開來，成了一座隱秘而精緻的花園。
我想將它拍下來，卻又擔心衣物壓壞這些微型生命。桌上那杯綠色的酒與附贈的小瓶子，彷彿是讓我變化的催化劑。我猶豫著是否能把它們一併帶下船，又怕在出口處被發現。
有脊椎的荷葉｜2020.10.28
從教室二三樓往下看，樓下左右兩側各有一盆巨大的水盆，像澡盆一樣大。盆中裝滿水，浮著由小到大層層堆疊的圓形葉子，看似荷葉卻更平滑完整。最大的一片貼著水面，其餘較小的覆蓋其上。
這些葉子會動，生猛地搖曳著。它們有如動物脊椎般粗壯的莖，支撐著整株植物的力量。脊椎剖開後，內藏鮮嫩的膠狀液體，像脊髓、也像透明果凍，彷彿嚐來鮮美無比，如同尋龍魚尾端拉出的龍筋，一吃便能獲得那般勃勃生機。
苔蘚沙龍巴斯｜2024.06.17
昨夜，我一直感到大腿內側濕黏不適，低頭才發現，一片苔蘚製的沙龍巴斯正貼在右側大腿上，
在夜裡，它開始發芽、生長，深入大腿扎根。我驚恐地撕下貼布，發現表層雖可剝離，但那些已與我身體融合的根莖，得費上一番力氣才能拔除。
Botanical Dreams
“White roots grew thick on her thighs, dark red flowers bloomed on her chest,
and plump, pale-yellow stamens emerged from her nipples.
With the little strength she had left, the wife tried to embrace my knees.
I bent down to let her tea-leaf-like hands wrap around them.”
—Excerpt from The Vegetarian, Han Kang
Some plants grow from the body.
Reading this passage, I was suddenly reminded of my own dreams—those bodily mutations and vegetal transformations: from rose-like nipples to the secret garden blooming in my pubic hair, from white mushrooms sprouting from my cheek to a patch of mossy medicated plaster on my thigh.
These writings mostly emerged from dreams, or from subtle bodily sensations during the day. Half imagined, half real—like something truly growing beneath the skin.
Perhaps what germinates inside us isn't just plant matter, but the unspoken desires and quiet metamorphoses we carry.
Rose Nipples｜2019.11.10
My nipples resembled two rosebuds yet to bloom, their petals tightly layered in a pale pink hue.
Between the petals, I discovered tiny black grains—like specks of dirt, or parasitic seeds.
I couldn't help but pick them out one by one. The act triggered a strange pleasure, reminiscent of how, as a child, I used to dig into my bellybutton to extract the hidden lint and dust.
Brow Flowers｜2019.10.18
That day, I was preparing to attend a wedding. I wandered aimlessly through the streets, searching for a dress that fit. Being smaller than most, I had always felt out of place among standard sizes.
Eventually, I gave up and returned home. Facing the mirror, I saw the nasolabial folds etched deep into my skin like narrow trenches—time’s handwriting on my face. I tried to fill them in with layers of primer and foundation, as if patching a wall worn down by years.
While debating whether to apply mascara, I noticed tiny flowers blooming at the tips of each lash—cornflowers, quietly unfurling. Even more surreal, delicate grasses and blossoms had sprouted from the pores between my brows, forming a miniature garden.
In that moment, I set down the brush. This face no longer needed embellishment.
Branch Mushrooms｜2019.12.03
Small twigs began growing from the pores on the right side of my cheek.
As I examined them, I noticed the branches had split, revealing soft white fibers within. When I gently pulled one out, it turned out to be a string of slender white mushrooms, branching like enoki—delicate and beautifully formed.
I admired their structure and thought to preserve them, but when I turned my head, I realized the left side of my face wasn’t idle either—ivy had begun creeping from the pores, stretching and clinging to my skin like suction cups.
I yanked them all out at once, and the motion released a strange, satisfying pleasure.
Pubic Garden｜2020.02.29
It happened on a cruise ship. After sipping a glass of green liqueur offered by a stranger, I looked down and saw a single pubic hair sprouting from my groin—it was as thick as a bean sprout, with a wine-red tip.
When I plucked it, a miniature pale blue rose bloomed from its end.
Then more plants emerged—lavender, morning glory, white fuzzy blossoms—spreading silently through the pubic hair, forming a hidden, delicate garden.
I wanted to photograph it, but worried my clothes might crush these fragile lives.
The green drink and its small vial companion on the table seemed like catalysts for this transformation. I hesitated—should I bring them off the ship with me, or would I be discovered at the exit?
Spined Lotus Leaves｜2020.10.28
From a classroom on the second or third floor, I looked down and saw two enormous planters—one on each side of the building. Each was as large as a bathtub, filled with water.
Floating inside were perfectly round, layered leaves, arranged from smallest to largest. The biggest leaf lay closest to the water’s surface; the smaller ones stacked gently on top.
The leaves moved—swaying with a vivid, almost animal energy. Their thick stems were not plant-like at all, but resembled spines, vertebrae supporting the entire structure with strength.
I imagined slicing one open and finding inside a translucent, jelly-like substance—like spinal fluid, or a delicate gel. It would surely taste divine, like the tendon drawn from the tail of a mythical fish—something that, once consumed, might bestow ferocious vitality.
Moss Patch｜2024.06.17
Last night, I felt a sticky discomfort on the inside of my thigh. Looking down, I discovered a patch of moss, shaped like a medicated plaster, adhered to my right leg.
During the night, it began to sprout—growing, rooting deep into the flesh. I tore the patch off in alarm. Though the surface peeled away easily, the roots that had fused with my body required real effort to remove.