❈ Grim Aesthetics ❈
SHADOWS IN THE WOODS
The full moon casts its harsh light,
Spotlights to the left and right.
Shadows drift in the trees.
Some even on their knees.
On the shallow lake,
they cast their cold gaze.
Reflections of bones
Flicker in the haze.
While the small town sleeps,
They walk the dark streets.
They ready for their fight.
Their march a deadly sight.
Soft snores won’t deter them.
Children’s cries won’t halt them.
From the woods, they have come.
They will return as one.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
SUSANNE LEIST 
Lock the doors and turn on the lights!
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Good! I was going for that feeling. Thanks!
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Wooooo creeepy so mysterious
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Thank you. That’s where my mind goes on some days.
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