Worm Moon

by Samantha Schnell

I saw the moon through the curtain

crack and felt the night

around my neck

worms in the grass,

thumbs in my hair,

a witching expectation

here

they wrap my feet in moss and bark

they dip my hands in green

they leave me

thawing in the dark

my mouth awash with rain

BIO: Samantha Schnell is a writer and teacher living in New York City. Her poetry has appeared in Witness Magazine, Atlanta Review and Eclectica Magazine, and is forthcoming in Sonora Review.