Wolfsbane
Inspired by The Wolfman by George Waggner.
A weeping bell, you sing a purple moon,
each note a poison arrow buried
in the hearts of liminal howls. I drink
the bite of your kiss, a gentle murder.
Even a man, especially a wolf…
The woods unravel, each shadow
a crushing avalanche. My lungs, these
trees. You bloom against prayer, a thorn
in my tongue, a star in my palm.
Always a woman, forever a curse…
I choke on closed-casket petals, my faith
a ruin. This cathedral, those tracks, I search
my hands numb, skin wax. Eating the heart,
you attack what’s left: bone, fur, two yellow eyes.
Permanently a monster, sometimes a god…