When I worked at a graveyard I used to hold back the urge to knock on the tombstones and mausoleum doors
” Is anybody there? Is anybody home?”
I wondered then and I wonder now, what I would I have done if someone had answered:
” Yes I am, why don’t you come on in and sit with me for awhile.”
That’s not the part that stopped me from putting my hand to stone and asking if anyone was at home with their eyes capped shut and their once fine clothes, selected by care and sometimes duty now covered by dusting of mold and their small dark world surrounded and filled by a spider web of decay.
The thing that puzzled me, that stopped, me was wondering was
why was I always so sure I would say
Daily Addictions Prompt: Decay