Come to me, my sweet.
We dance to a special beat.
My lips turn red
from blood, I’ve bled.
The night belongs to me.
I won’t be set free.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
My whole Sunday has passed in torment and hell.
I waited for Optimum to ring the bell.
I’ve been in hell for a week already.
This is not me being mean or petty.
No phone or internet for a week.
I’ve been so upset I couldn’t sleep.
Many hours later, I heard the news.
No one was coming to relieve my blues.
They might return Tuesday or maybe not.
Who needs the internet on days so hot?
“Death to Optimum,” I say.
Time is past for them to pay.
Blood will fall if they don’t fix their mistakes.
I can see a few heads sitting on stakes.
I gaze from my window
and what do I see?
A storm growing in force
and coming for me.
Death comes to town.
It has its own name.
The one that I know
is called The Dead Game.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist