GAZEBO IN THE DARK
Darkness surrounds from each side.
The storm brews with the rising tide.
A gazebo stands in the clearing.
I don’t like the shrill sound I’m hearing.
Candles flicker inside.
There is no place to hide.
I’m being pulled toward the light.
My body refuses to fight.
A noose hangs above me.
I will never be free.
THE DEAD GAME