IISZ Challenges pushed farther along road to hell

[nibbed]

(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.

I don't think it's bad at all. I may be thinking it all wrong but it reminds me of someone who is innocent and walking happily with their head in the clouds, so to speak, unaware of the peril that surrounds them. Then someone warns of an impending danger, saving them from demise.

It was a very lovely poem, actually.

-nibbed

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Tickle bumps
is what mama called them,
warts are just a load;
you'll find a smile
your only guarantee,
when you pet a toad.