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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

We are but mere bones in the catacombs of life. Laid out for all to see, we eventually fade away, back into the earth from which we came. I spent the latter part of my life in the earth, digging empty spaces, carefully placing the others who had passed before me, hoping one day, someone would do the same for me. Apparently, they have because I now lie here, naked, though carefully placed on a soft blanket and set inside a marble palace.  I was once a king, dethroned for my acts, sentenced to a life of hard times, until my death released me.

I am comfortable here. It’s so quiet, and a bit lonely, though. There are no other bones with which I could play with, no other jaws to hear clatter as the moles run about through them. Sigh. No, it’s just me in here. I think I…

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