cuprikorn:i want that lemon by laurenmarek on Flickr.
A day of fun for all.
Follow the bouncing ball
past the booths of games
to the house of mirrors.
Inside, you’ll find me,
a clown of your nightmares,
ready to take you on a tour
that will lead to endless horrors.
This isn’t a carnival
but a voyage into your nightmares.
Buckle your seat belts
and enjoy the ride.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES by Susanne Leist
Your reflection taunts you
In shades of green and black.
Your thoughts and actions
From you and right back.
THE VELVET ROOM
I enter the room of blood-red walls.
I pass the velvet furniture
and step in front of the mirror.
The lamps on either side flicker.
The glass turns foggy
until I can’t see my face.
Mist swirls around my features
like snakes roaming a corpse.
The fireplace at my feet sparks.
Heat suffuses my body,
beginning at my feet.
The fog clears in the mirror.
The face doesn’t belong to me.
An old woman’s face.
She has my features and eyes,
but she’s wrinkled and bony.
A smile lifts the corners of her mouth.
I touch my mouth.
I’m not smiling.
An arm in the mirror
wraps around her scrawny neck.
A snap.
Her head tilts at a strange angle.
Lifeless stare past me.
A hand touches my shoulder.
I scream and run from the room.
Laughter follows me from the house.
I will never return.
by Susanne Leist
Split Rock Magic by RJIPhotography on Flickr.
Red glows the sky.
I can see it
from way up high.
The water below
like a mirror I
can say hello.
The wind comes in.
I am chilled from
windows too thin.
This is still my place,
I wouldn’t trade it
for any other place.
Can you see
what’s hidden inside?
Hidden from others.
From the world.
Look a little closer.
Gaze deeper inside.
Can you see it?
I can.
You can’t hide the truth.
I can see you.
from inside the mirror.
I will come for you
when you least expect it.
Don’t let your guard down.
Don’t fall asleep.
For soon your life will be over.
You said the words,
“Bloody Mary.”
It’s now too late to take them back.
They are written in blood.
Your blood.
Bloody Mary is here to stay.
Who am I?
Who is this creature staring back at me?
Do I look like this on the inside?
Do I appear like this to others?
Why is the mirror cracked?
MIRROR MIRROR
Can you see your demons?
What you hide inside.
From others.
From the world.
Fire and heat.
Revenge and blood lust.
Hidden inside.
Is it reflected in your face?
Look closer.
Look deeper.
Can you see it?
I can.
Can a picture capture the ocean?
Can it reveal changing colors,
ripples of the waves,
reflections of the deep?
A mirror to the sky.
Hold the picture up high.
The image lies flat and stagnant,
missing the life and energy
of nature’s creations.
I can see you.
from inside the mirror.
I will come for you
when you least expect it.
Don’t let your guard down.
Don’t fall asleep.
For soon your life will be over.
You said the words,
“Bloody Mary.”
It’s now too late to take them back.
They are written in blood.
Your blood.
Bloody Mary is here to stay.
SUSANNE LEIST 