Salvation written by Ann Christine Tabaka at



written by: Ann Christine Tabaka



I lay myself down
on an altar of bones
a sacrificial offering
to the gods of greed

From the chandelier above
wax covered skulls stare down
at me through vulture eyes
as candle flames dance
in the faint draft

Crimson stained tablets
stacked nearby with
disassembled skeletal
remains neatly arranged
among tools of torture

A death knell rings out
as the black robed presider’s
chant resonates throughout

What ghoulish nightmare
have I encountered?

There is no salvation
as I join the ossified ruins
of past lives and become one
with the altar of bones

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