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
The world is full of doors.
Some of these doors swing wide open with the gentlest of encouragement, others want a key, a special knock, a tap, some doors may ask for your name.
The thing about all of these doors is that they are made to open.
But that doesn’t mean you should walk right on in without a care in the world, does it?
Photo A.M. Moscoso Fox Lake Wisconsin, USA October 2024
Photo A.M. Moscoso Evergreen Washelli Funeral Home and Cemetery Seattle, Washington USA
October 22, 2023 ·
Oakwood Cemetery
Beaver Dam Wisconsin, USA
