a ribcage
of stone and steel
rise
as earth and skin
fall away in decay
flesh-stripped
scaffolding
sharply buttresses
a new kind of body
old bones erupt
from the sunken corpse;
a life given
for a body as lifeless
as the remains from which it
rises.
with no lungs
to respire,
air randomly fills
and empties
the cavity
of her cavernous chest
breathless breathing
as air enters and exits
in its own time.
of its own accord.
watch
and pray
that the whoosh
of needless oxygen
blowing through
does not whistle
for surely
the devil will hear
and come running.
the doors
will open,
bid him enter,
and welcome
his possession.
Never whistle in a graveyard, you are summoning the Devil.
https://agraveinterest.blogspot.com/2011/03/grave-superstitions.html
The Pic and a Word Challenge is a weekly creativity prompt offered Mondays.
This week, let’s Rise from the chaos, or find something else to inspire you in this HDR photograph of the Ciutat de les Arts i les Ciències in Valencia, Spain.
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