The house looms in the mist.

Birds circle round its turrets.

Light flickers from the top window.

It flashes on and off.

Then all goes dark.

A screech tears through the air.

Lifting the hair on my arms.

It echoes inside my head.

A frightening sound

I don’t ever want to hear again.

Should we ignore the signal?

The flashing light could be for us.

We were invited to this hell hole.

Who waits for us inside?

Time to find out

before I chicken out.

We go in and out quickly.

The door is opening on its own.


The Dead and their lousy games.




5 thoughts on “THE GAME

  1. amoafowaa February 10, 2016 / 4:47 am

    Beautiful in the beginning, scary in the end. Amazing how we want to go to heaven but fear death.


    • Susanne Leist February 12, 2016 / 12:34 am

      Without death or the fear of it there would be no excitement in life.


      • Susanne Leist February 12, 2016 / 12:39 am

        We could also say the same thing about love and loss.


      • amoafowaa February 12, 2016 / 12:41 am

        Oh yes we could no matter how we refuse the unpleasantness


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