My Response to Today’s image Prompt , “Lunar Wind” by Alex Andreev

“Lunar Wind” by Alex Andree

After Halloween

what will become of me?

Will I have stories to tell? A house to haunt?

When the clock strikes midnight on Halloween

and everyone else takes their masks off and casts their

death shrouds back into plastic tote boxes marked ” holiday stuff”

what am I supposed to do?

Where am I supposed to go?

My face is set in stone and my shrouds have grown into my bones

What will become of me, where will I sleep

after Halloween?

Photo A.M. Moscoso