Writing Exercises

Skeletons are out Tonight (Image)

It sticks idly to the window,

a white, squishy, sticky body

painted with a black cartoon skeleton

smiling, frozen in time;

It hangs, an out of season decoration,

A reminder of happy halloweens of years past,

A cheerful representation of human remains,

remains forgotten for months.

It, however, does not forget,

it rests idly, waiting for it's prey;

They come, tiny black insects, attracted

Like children to candy

The trap closes, the insect's tiny

legs and wings stuck to the material,

left to slowly die surrounded by the

bodies of their fallen comrades;

For moths they are left to decompose

until nothing is left but broken wings

and empty shells, stuck to a skeleton

window decoration.

Time passes and the tiny black spots

on the otherwise white decoration

are noticed and washed away,

and promptly forgotten,

The skeleton is then replaced on the window,

the trap once again set;

Flat black eyes watching for it's prey,

how insignificant it seams.

We walk about the earth,

thinking it our home, but

unable to truly depart, stuck

until we die surrounded by so many bodies,

we place the bodies in the ground

with the other decomposing skeletons

and forget;

Insignificant