Did I do something wrong?
They are staring with two dark holes
Don’t tell me to be strong!
behind those osteocytes lie many souls

There are many bones in our museum
Patella, femur and tibia
They’re from abandoned bodies I assume
Prisoners from Chad, Nigeria and Libya

Every bone I try to study
Whispers a story to my hearing
It’s scary out there!
The ribcage was murdered by his own buddy
The fontanelle was killed by her own mummy

Some how they got here
Just to be manhandled
A sad afterlife
After a sad life

But the students don’t care
It’s the bone’s cross to handle

Except me!
I know their story
It’s stuck in my head like a tattoo
And they seem to know me too
Must be why they visit me every night in my dreams.

I do get scared!
But they promised I won’t fail this semester’s Bone test
They’ll help me revise from coccyx to head
For now, I’ll Forget fear
let’s pass first!