IISZ Challenges pushed farther along road to hell

[vagabond]

(A bad toad poem is at the very least still a toad poem)

Words that Slither, Words that Shine

I croaked from her mouth
like the curse I was,
like the curses she uttered,

until the water was a knot
of eyes with no sight
of a golden ball to retrieve.

While her sister sang in the night,
stars falling from her lips
like fiery petals.

hi todd!
there´s enough interesting lines for me to like and puzzle about.
there may be something toxic going on in the first stanza, so the middle stanza made me imagine cataracted pupils (despite the dog pun) , the last also was visual with shooting stars, maybe hallucinations (like this interpretation)