Touching The Paw of Dog.
Photo J.M Moscoso
Photo A.M Moscoso
When I worked at a graveyard I used to hold back the urge to knock on the tombstones and mausoleum doors
and ask
” 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
Yes.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Daily Addictions Prompt: Decay
A lover’s quarrel is happening under my skin
my bones are fighting with each other again.
They grind and grate they get on each other’s nerves
they yell obscenities at my muscles when they ask, ” Hey dudes seriously, what’s up?”
“You aren’t working with us, you aren’t working for her
all you do is snap, crackle and pop like a bowl of kid’s cereal.”
My bones won’t justify that with a reply
they’re caught in their own world
they don’t care what anyone says.
They’ll stay together forever
they don’t really know why
even though
it’s a grind, it ‘s a pain
being locked together
like this
under my skin.
RDP Tuesday: crepitus