Salvation
written by: Ann Christine Tabaka
@TabakaChris
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
SEPTEMBER 2018 / MAY 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She is the winner of Spillwords Press 2020 Publication of the Year, her bio is featured in the “Who’s Who of Emerging Writers 2020 and 2021,” published by Sweetycat Press. She is the author of 14 poetry books, and 1 short story book. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking.Chris lives with her husband and four cats. Her most recent credits are: Eclipse Lit, Carolina Muse, Sparks of Calliope; The Closed Eye Open, North Dakota Quarterly, Tangled Locks Journal, Wild Roof Journal, The American Writers Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Muddy River Poetry Review, The Silver Blade, Pomona Valley Review, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Fourth & Sycamore.
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