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Dried Bones

A visit to the museum

By KA Stefana Published about a month ago Updated about a month ago 1 min read

I feel so small


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


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

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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.

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Comments (2)

  • Joe Pattersonabout a month ago

    Well done.

  • Andrea Corwin about a month ago

    🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 hahaha that would make you run and yell that! Loved this, great job!!

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