Earth’s Newest Member

Beneath pine needle prickled branches, 

a suffocation of mossy and sienna autumn grass.

Her alabaster skin is a break in the early morning fog,

a stencil of the air blowing over her curves -  

     moving between black strands of hair,

     tickling slate, parted lips. 

Fingertips press into the soil,

creating a divot of her DNA.

Nails brittled and broken,

crimson polish chipped -

     flakes blending into the pools of thick,

     syrupy blood clotting over tissue-paper leaves.

To him, she is nothing but a chalkline. 

To everyone else, she is invisible. 

To the nature, 

     - her new home and final resting place -

she is a source of life and a new feeding ground for its selfish needs.