merry go round

Linda is lost at a carnival.

A carnival of her nightmares.

A clown is leering at her.

The knife-thrower is throwing knives

At her but keeps missing.

She runs into a tent.

Mirrors surround her,

Distorting her reflection.

She runs farther into the darkness,

Crashing through a mirror,

Finally landing in a pitch black room.

The floor begins to spin…

She tries to grab hold of the walls.

They are wet and shiny.

But there’s no way out.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist



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