foxglove love

end of paralysis, a serpent’s tongue/a bitter note to end on. teenage valor, whispered fear of death between the sheets. wake up with a startled breath to see behind the veil.

dance with the beetles and the ants, find understanding in their midnight eyes/sink into the mud, painted with spartan’s blood. rabbit’s foot, newt’s tail, moths breath, walk the miles to the woods.

searching hands, reaching from the trees, rip your arms away. cold, creeping, calamity. skin and bones and blood, putrefied purification, sing to the night. 

kneel on the bedroom floor and watch the moon, remember when it was just us two. bark beetles and millipedes/hemlock dreams and torn seams. crash and burn and bury it in the woods, honey, just make sure to take it to your grave.