“curselayer” by Elizabeth Kilcoyne

split lip bloodied
spit milk sour, snarl
curling upwards
yellow enamel shaping
something ugly.

pink foxglove tongue
slit and snakelike
twisting bad news
from hope’s sweet bud
spring white & pretty.

careful, this one
bites & her touch
can fester, can
rot like layered leaves
on the forest floor

the poison dripping
from such a dirty mouth

-Elizabeth Kilcoyne

2 thoughts on ““curselayer” by Elizabeth Kilcoyne

  1. Rae Cobbs

    This brings the wideness of a field walk with a knowledgeable herbalist– with all its wonder, sweet air, and delight– to mind. Satisfying! Gracias.

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