Inspired by Experience Writing Writober Prompt: Torture
What will happen to my bones
after I am long gone
and my skin has turned to
a misty dust inside of my Sunday best?
Will someone dig them up and decorate them, would they put them on a shelf?

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Ripley’s Museum
Dells, Wisconsin, USA
October 2024
What will happen to my bones
after I am long gone?
Will they be left inside of my tomb,would they be left to rest?

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Upside Down House
Dells, Wisconsin
October 2024
What would you do to my bones
if you heard them calling to you, pleading with you
from the coffin where I sleep?
Would you dig them up, dress them and whisper that they look so sweet?

Photo A.M. Moscoso
October 2024
Not knowing
what will happen to my bones
from the darkness where I dream
is torture
and I do hope that if someone wakes me up
I can do it without a scream.

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Interesting point of view for this piece. I like that picture from the Ripley’s museum.