I need to touch you.
Feel your softness.
I’ve been alone too long.
Without a human’s touch.
A human’s warmth.
I’m cold.
But a fire burns in me.
Come to me.
Touch me.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
It lights up quick.
It burns out fast.
I’m left in its wake
with the burnt ashes
of my aching heart.
The news can be deadly.
It can be lethal.
Dangerous to your health.
A fire never quenched.
FIRES OF HELL
A hot sight to see.
Now part of the sea.
Gone the lush paradise
By a toss of the dice.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Quiver.
Flicker.
Shoot sparks.
Tremble.
Falter.
But always
give light.
Read a book by the warm fire.
Moments can’t get any brighter.
Let the snow fall outside.
I will keep warm inside.
No need to fight the drifts.
I’ll stay with the misfits.
The ones who prefer books
that grab you with their hooks.
The fire is getting low.
The winds are about to blow.
I snuggled further beneath the covers
as I read about murders and lovers.
I cry alone in the dark of night.
The sun refuses to share the light.
Lit by a fire from within.
Moonlight hits me like a sharp pin.
I grow paler by the day.
In this world, I cannot stay.
Without light, I will die.
My white petals will fly.
I’m left to be a thin stick
As I grow tired and sick.
Hell has arrived.
Burning in its chair.
Impatient for victims.
Restless to the bone.
Burning bright.
Filling the dark.
Red and yellow sparks.
Sizzling.
Hot.
THE DEAD are here.
THE DEAD GAME
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RETREAT
A place for our dreams,
An earthly retreat.
Follow my heart’s beat.
Can you feel the heat?
The earth is alive.
Its core is on fire.
Come with me, darling.
I feel your desire.
It’s all too soon gone.
The door is closing.
It’s being washed out
By the sea’s hosing.
Don’t run from the truth.
Please come back to me.
You can’t turn away.
I know you love me.
Take me away from a world without color,
A world where life is dull and grey.
I want to swim through the ocean’s waves,
Where rainbows can frolic and play.
The sun’s rays shimmer off the water,
Leaving trails of gold, yellow, and red.
Beacons of light for me to follow,
To a new land where to lay my head.
I fly through the rolling waves,
Touching down on a spot of land.
I am lifted by arms of fountains
And laid to rest on the pink sand.
Turtles scurry away from my hand.
Birds fly around as they have fun.
The waves recede in their farewell dance,
Leaving me alone in the sun.
Who lives on this small island?
It’s time for me to explore.
A hut of branches in a tree.
I must see if there is more.
The steps are pretty steep,
I climb and step inside.
The room is small and dark.
Who knows what it may hide?
I hear footsteps from the room beyond.
They’re coming closer to where I hide.
It’s too late to run for the door,
I must face whoever is inside.
He saunters into the room.
Candles and two places set.
He throws me a big grin,
As if I am his prized pet.
We both wait in silence.
He slowly moves toward me.
“I hope you like my surprise.”
I feel as cold as can be.
I don’t like surprises.
Especially from him.
He keeps me at arm’s length,
Not letting me in.
I lower my eyes
From the fire in his eyes.
They’re consuming me alive,
I’m burning up from his lies.
He makes an abrupt movement.
He strides across the room.
He kisses me with great passion
Under the blood red moon.
