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
So Nadine Writes 