RED EYES

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Who sits on my shelf

each night?

Who casts shadows

on my bedroom wall?

I move closer.

I must see what it is.

The head moves.

Its hood falls back.

A doll’s face appears.

A yellow glow

in the darkness.

Red eyes turn to me.

Burning a hot hole

right through me.

 

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DESERTED CASTLE

Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland || Personal photograph

 

 

A castle where spirits walk

Darkness hides in corners

Vintage fingerprints smudge the walls

Old fragrances float in the air

Shadows follow without footsteps

And sighs fill the empty spaces

AN INDIGO MIST

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

 

 

Follow the lights to the house of glass.

There will be much splendor in the grass.

Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.

A more decadent event there could not be.

 

Champagne will be flowing until the wee hours.

Come with me and dance with the pretty flowers.

This room full of guests gives me a chill.

Maybe we should leave I’ve had my fill.

 

Eyes are following us in the room.

They will be upon us all too soon.

The guests are not what they appear.

Beneath they are just bones and hair.

 

THE DEAD GAME
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DON’T LEAVE ME

 

 

Please don’t set.

Don’t remove your light.

Your warmth.

Your heat.

The nights are cold.

The shadows are long.

Don’t allow the moon its space.

It brings horror in its light.

Shadows in its path.

Please don’t leave me.

THE DEAD GAME

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LOST AT A CARNIVAL

 

 

LOST AT A CARNIVAL

 

I’m lost at a carnival,

A carnival of nightmares.

A clown leers at me.

The knife-thrower aims

But misses.

I run into a tent.

Mirrors surround me,

Distorting my reflection.

I flee into the darkness,

Crashing through a mirror.

Glass rains on me.

I’m in a dark room.

The floor spins.

I grab for the walls.

They are wet and shiny.

There’s no way out.

The floor bottoms out,

And I’m falling.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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ALONE IN THE DARK


I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.

I reach out.
I feel something smooth.
A plate.
A meal.

Smells tickle my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of life.

What color is the food?
Is the sun shining?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.

Questions I can’t answer,
I’ve never been able to answer.
For I’ve been blind,
Living in the dark for years.

The nursing home is now my prison.
I sit alone, 
Ignored by the staff,
Poked by the nurses.

This is not the ending
I would have envisioned for myself. 
A darkness too encompassing.
A sadness too overwhelming. 

 

 

THE GAMES

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Lights flicker non-stop,

Bodies block my way.

Darkness shows the truth

Never seen by day.

 

Horror clogs my throat,

A weak cry creeps out.

“How did I get here?”

I run as I shout.

 

Arms reach for me.

They want me to stay.

I refuse to join

the games The Dead play.

 

THE DEAD GAME