Cracked Femurs and Unfunny Bones

I sat crunching on the bones of traitors,

Men and women who danced atop graves

And sang the hymnals of the damned out of tune

To insult the pride,

The last fraying bits of the integrity of the dead.

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Wide, toothy grins cracked open their porcelain masks

Like the jagged teeth of a rodent chewing, chewing, chewing,

Against a walnut

Except underneath was no savory treat but a horrendous,

Shadowed heart full to the brim with black waterfalls

And jaundiced ambitions.

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They laughed, creating a cacophony that unsettled the air,

Split the fog, and ruptured the peace where poor souls slept.

It split the masks of the heathens further until white shards

Of porcelain crunched beneath their feet

As they tapped and stomped on headstones weary from time.

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Festering thoughts and rancid ideals then leaked

From the gaps in their teeth,

Dripping dark to the ground and staining clean, innocent earth

And weaving their way between roots to fill the skulls of empty skeletons

With horrid dreams, unending nightmares.

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I watched shadows curl from the ground like smoke.

They trembled with the tremor of regret, guilt, and past mistakes

Unaccounted for by the universe,

Unforgotten by the sadists ritualizing the fears of the dead.

I watched until I could take no more.

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The safe shelter of my home, wooden boards and masonry,

Gave way to sagging, wet dirt sucking my bare feet into the topsoil

And the fire of thousands of leaves ripped from their trees

As the wind screamed and begged,

Save the souls! Save the souls before they are lost!

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My pace did not falter nor did my spine fracture beneath the wailing moans

Of the shadows swirling with the tornadic winds

Tearing up the solemn dirt of the cemetery.

Instead, I looked the heathens in the eye and blasted them with a cry

That melted flesh from bone and soothed the turbulent souls

Sending them back home.

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Cracked femurs slept at my feet,

Huddling around unfunny bones charred by poor decisions.

Pale against the headstones they burned into my eyes as perfect,

Pretty decorations to warn against

Disturbing the dreams of the dead with malevolent footsteps.

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Happy early Halloween! This week, I'll be posting more than usual and they'll all have a spooky feel. I hope in some way or another they all evoke a feeling of fear or give off a disturbed vibe. Remember, my original way of writing was deep horror.

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