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Drive fast.
Faster.
It’s behind you.
Getting closer.
You can’t get away.
Death finds a way.
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ESCAPE
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BLOOD RED
by LUMA
A red glow lights the street,
falling right at our feet.
We pound the pavements in fright,
fleeing the force of the night.
Vibrations hit the ground
from thunder all around.
The street light sways and groans
as we head for our homes.
Who will save us from these creatures
that torment and won’t release us?
I can see the road ahead.
I hope it leads to my bed.
I can’t take another night
of this endless, losing fight.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
INNOCENCE
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INNOCENCE
Innocent.
Alone.
Happy.
Content.
Until…
Until the footsteps.
Drop those balloons
And run…
SHADES OF RED
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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.
A LIGHT SHINES
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A light shines through the window.
What was dark is now light.
The spotlight hits its mark.
My dark form shivering on the bed.
Whispers fill the air.
Footsteps follow in their wake.
A door opens below.
Is it too late to run?
I must save myself from him.
He walks the night to find me.
His journey has come to an end.
And so has mine.
THE DEAD GAME
DARK WOODS
The wind whispers, ” Hello,”
to whom I don’t know.
I quicken my pace
to get out of this place.
Under the trees, I run
to a place in the sun.
I was at the beach,
within close reach.
But now I race in fear
that I’ll be found here.
“Take me out of here,”
I run fast in fear.
JUSTICE IS CRUEL
Justice is cruel.
It walks the halls.
It moves too slow.
It bends all to its will.
We run from it.
We bow to it.
We fear it.
It takes no prisoners.
END HOUSE AT OASIS
End House sits alone and deserted.
Shutters torn and hanging.
Furniture upended.
Shattered pictures.
Shattered dreams.
What happened to the family?
Open the door.
Walk up the battered staircase.
Past the broken statues.
A sigh follows my hesitant steps.
A wind whistles through the empty rooms.
Dust swirls in mounds on the wood floors.
A scream rips through the rooms below.
Has the family returned,
Or am I the next victim?
The sound of footsteps on the stairs.
I must run.
I must hide.
They’re back.
THE DEAD GAME
THE VICTIM
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THE VICTIM
I step out from the restaurant
From where there had been light.
Now there is darkness,
A dark alley.
Dark shadows move and sway.
I can hear my own footsteps
Clicking on the cobblestones.
But there are other footsteps,
Following close behind me.
Too close.
Lights shimmer up ahead.
I run toward them.
Then I’m down.
Face to ground.
The lights go out.
A WALK IN THE CEMETERY
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A walk in the cemetery.
Not the right place to be merry.
Dark shadows creep in
As dark as their sin.
Wings flap around me.
I’m cold as can be.
A brief tap on my shoulder.
I run to the boulder.
“No one is here,”
I say in fear.
But footsteps, I do hear
Echo as they draw near.
“Oh no, they have found me.”
A fresh grave waits for me.
