When The Youngest One Died

Bones splintered in the hall where wallpaper peeled
she was a corpse in the boards beneath.

potatoes boiled in the kitchen
steam gathered above the sink

-a mask on the window, cracked against cold
mirror of the bends in her spine.

she settled like dust on the glass
a puzzle watching over the yard.

at nightfall she came
crept across the wet, blue grass
knelt before a coniferous altar and
swallowed rocks by the handful

fill me she wept, still feeding on stones
praying they might sturdy her fractured frame.

She reached for someone unseen
a witch at hell’s door, seeking ungodly things
her desperate hands white with moonlight.

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