Dried Bones
A visit to the museum
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I feel so small
Miniscule
Standing next to
Dried bones in formation
Ancient and decaying
No tissue or sinew
To connect his bits and pieces
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My eyes wander
From the floor to the ceiling
Wondering how
He once roamed the earth
The master of the valley
Snatching prey
Crunching bones
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The earth starts to shake
Fear takes control
Does he roam again
The building sways
Dry bones rattle
Suddenly they fall
Into a pile, broken
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When silence returns
I run, yelling
I didn't do it
I didn't do it
I didn't touch him
You can't pin his demise on me
Not in my lifetime
About the Creator
KA Stefana
I started writing as a hobby during quarantine. From a hobby, a passion bloomed. Author of Dark Fantasy with a twist of romance. Available on KU - The Origins of Darkness, The Daughters of Darkness and The Forgotten.
Comments (2)
Well done.
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 hahaha that would make you run and yell that! Loved this, great job!!