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.