A MIST

 

The mist follows me,

greedy fingers around my neck, 

stalking my footsteps.

It takes form

and whisks me away

to the tunnels below.

Smoke fills my lungs.

It travels down my throat,

filling me with darkness

and evil.

THE DEAD GAME

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