Lack of Redemption by Emma Moser

There’s only black, she whispered
So I peeked behind the cover and fell
On her godforsaken shore
Nothing to hold me up
Nothing to hold
Who knew that holes
Could obstruct so much
Inside a walking doll-carcass

What happened to the lights? I asked
I chewed them, she said
Ground them to make burnt-forest seeds
So I carved between her tombstones
With my tongue
Digging, digging
To find something not dead there

I uncovered nothing
But the rotted shell
Of something once lava
Now cold, cold stone

Taste the flower, she said
So I kissed her
And choked with the soot
Emma Moser is an MFA candidate for fiction at Southern Connecticut State University. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming at several venues, including Prairie Margins, Cheat River Review, and Thoreau’s Rooster. As creator of the blog Antiquarian Desiderium (, she is also a contributor at Writers Get Together.

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