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The mist hides the screams,
darkening the blood to black.
Fingers grab the trees for help,
trembling in the fading light.
No one is there to see them.
No one is there to hear them.
As if they never existed.
EXISTENCE
mist
TAKE A CHANCE
ANDERS KRISÁR
An open door waits for you.
Take a chance and walk right through.
Mist envelopes your thin frame.
Time to play a nasty game.
The fog clears, and chess pieces wait
for you to ride through heaven’s gate.
You rub your eyes in disbelief
as you sigh in happy relief.
The sun was playing with your eyes.
Now you see a rainbow of pies.
This can’t be happening, you see.
I’m in bed as the sun breaks free.
A brand new day yawns wide and clear.
I’m safe and have nothing to fear.
A MIST
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At night he appears.
Coming from the sea.
A mist rising from below.
Has he come for me?
THE GREEN
The green hides inside
With unspoken pride.
It comes at night,
Growing in might.
A fine mist falls first
As trees drink from thirst.
They swallow the green whole
By forming a deep hole.
As the fairies alight on leaves,
I need out of here, pretty please.
WASH AWAY MY PAIN
Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.
The ocean may take it far away
To places, we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes its sting
Or knows the infliction it can bring.
Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.
My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path on my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.
I hold my head high to the wet spray;
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.
ALONE WITH NATURE
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Alone with nature
a feeling like no other.
A sky filled with birds,
fuschia with the setting sun.
Sea breezes wrap around me,
cocooning me in their mist.
Life stands still for this picture,
a glimpse of heaven above.
DARK PLAYGROUND
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They fly through the trees
Over the deadly mist
Landing in the forest
Where no man walks
And no light penetrates
this nightly playground
THE DEAD GAME
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AN INDIGO MIST
A mist of indigo veils the night.
The flap of wings rouses me to flight.
Time to survey my domain
While the others must remain.
The flap of wings grows loud.
They descend from a cloud.
We rise to the sky,
Watchers from up high.
Our squawks echo past the trees,
Ruffling the moonlit leaves.
We join forces in the quiet night,
Leaving our young out of sight.
IN THE GREEN
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 green mist gathers and circles.
A MIST
The mist follows me,
greedy fingers around my neck,
stalking my footsteps.
It takes form
and whisks me away
to the tunnels below.
Smoke fills my lungs.
It travels down my throat,
filling me with darkness
and evil.
THE DEAD GAME
SUSANNE LEIST 