THE PATH

PARADISE LOST

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Trees fill the conservatory.

Wolf leads us inside.

A domed paradise of greenery.

We follow him through bushes

that move to a music all their own.

Humid air coats our skin.

The ground shivers beneath our feet.

The trees lift up their massive roots.

Scraggly arms reach for us.

Time to leave this artificial paradise.

THE DEAD GAME

A GAME

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    Green-glassed walls hold us in.

    The ground rumbles and shakes.

    The trees lift up their trunks,

    Pulling their roots from the dirt.

    They shuffle closer to us,

    Bushes following in their wake.

    A tall plant opens its jaws,

    Sharp teeth protruding from its mouth.

    Squeaking bats follow us out,

    Flapping their wings at our heads.

    We must escape this house.

    This is not a game I care to play.

    THE DEAD GAME

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UNTIL THE NIGHT

 

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    The bushes move.

    They have a heartbeat.

    A movement of their own.

    To an unknown tune.

    They surround me.

    They comfort me.

    In the darkness.

    In the night.

    Until the morning light.

    When the sun wakes.

    The bushes part.

    And let me out.

    Ready for a new day.

    Until the night.

     

     

THE DEAD LIKE THEIR GAMES

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Trees and bushes fill the conservatory.

Wolf wants to show us what’s hidden inside.

Linda follows him into the bushes.

Her scream curdles my blood.

We run to her to find cages of snakes.

Their tongues slipping in and out of the holes.

Hungry for their next meal.

The trees draw closer to our group.

Lifting up their massive roots to take chase.

Time to leave this sorry example of the macabre.

The Dead like their games a little too much for comfort.

THE DEAD GAME

OVERGROWN

OVERGROWN

A house left to decay.
What a sad sight today.
No family in sight.
I gaze at it in fright.

Trees and bushes overgrown.
A darkness sets the sad tone.
Hedges block the sunlight.
Nothing lets in the light.

I can hear the creak of old bones.
The house settles with moans and groans.
It looks at me with mournful eyes.
I will buy it and take the prize.