eggshell
a jagged cup
with an evil
twin.

in a bowl
two yolk
and a
red
clot.

outside
a russet plum
burns down

the bridge
of my nose

a cinnamon wedge
of salt.

spirits
sift through
poisonous
thoughts

threshing the wheat
our daily bread
ergot.

my mind at rest.

your curse

trapped.