Anathema

moss clings to crevices on
jagged edges made dark
by the very earth
that it fed, cursed

nothing flowers here
near the devil’s tower
a body lies in its entirety
sinking, waiting to be

saved, you steal its spine
to make up for the lack of yours
inky perceptions, take
the mask of bone

piece new life together
jawbone to
vertebrae

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