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Into the woods, I flee,
yearning to be set free.
I don’t know which way to go.
I turn around, to and fro.
A light shines between the trees.
I peek between the thick leaves.
No one is along the path.
I can do the simple math.
It’s them against me.
I’ll never be free.
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Into the woods, I flee,
yearning to be set free.
I don’t know which way to go.
I turn around, to and fro.
A light shines between the trees.
I peek between the thick leaves.
No one is on the path.
I can do simple math.
It’s them against me.
I’ll never be free.
THE DEAD GAME
I stroll through the fallen leaves,
a translucent green beneath my feet.
Red branches bring me shade,
protecting me from the harsh sun.
I walk alone through the silent forest,
no one to bring me pain or sorrow.
Alone is what I desire most
as I follow my path so narrow.
FEEL THE GREEN
A seat on a bench is what I seek,
But a veil of green taunts for a peek.
It pulls me deeper into the maze.
I follow in a dark kind of daze.
Squawks and shrieks call to me
As I try to break free.
Branches wrap tight around my neck.
On my cheek, I feel a light peck.
I look up to eyes so blue and true.
I cannot believe it’s only you.
I’m in my bed safe and sound
With no horror to be found.
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Shades of red fall from the sky,
They hit the ground in puddles of crimson.
Red falls from the darkening sky.
It covers the grass with its bright hue.
My face burns hot from its touch
as blood pumps faster through my heart.
The creatures track my desperate retreat
through the deserted woods.
I will be one with them all too soon.
The puddles lead me
down a path
through the trees
into the deserted forest
where no man dares to tread.
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Demonic (2015)
Light the dark path.
Through the dense woods.
To the house on the edge.
Where many have gone.
Follow the puffs of smoke.
Through the rocks and brush.
To the end of the trail.
Where many have gone.
THE DEAD GAME
Green grows deep in the forest,
Slithering up the tall trees,
Digging holes in the brown earth.
The earth rumbles and quakes,
Yearning to free itself
From the shackles of green,
Tethered to its arms and legs.
Soon all is slathered in the lime color
As a mist of green encircles us all.
How did I come to be here?
Cold wrapped around me in fear.
No matter how far I walk.
I could hear them move and talk.
Muttering curses on me.
But faces I cannot see.
They surround me on each side.
There’s nowhere for me to hide.
I must get out of here soon.
Before the next full moon.
THE DEAD GAME
A beautiful fall day.
A pebbled path through the red.
Charcoal steps leading up.
Fantasies flow through my head.
The leaves lift off
Until the day turns dark.
I’m trapped inside
A red swirl in the park.
The rain trickles.
The wind cackles.
I flee for safety
On raised hackles.
The path is gone.
Night has come too soon.
The path is gone.
Lost in the full moon.
SUSANNE LEIST 