GHOST TALES

 

 

Oh, Ouija Board,

please bring me spirits.

Spirits of the light

and ones of the damned.

I want to hear their tales

of past lives and woes.

I want to feel

their ghostly presence.

Their dead breath

on my face.

I  feel their cold breath.

Shrieks fill the night.

Icy fingers trail down my face.

They’re at my neck.

Squeezing.

Too tight.

Much too tight…

TRAPPED

 

 

End House holds us trapped.

Roars fill the inky darkness.

This door must be the wrong one.

Wild animals pace in their cages.

I can feel their hot breath on my neck.

That’s because their cages have opened.

They’re moving closer.

They’re stalking us.

We’re backed against a wall.

I close my eyes.

Then we’re falling.

I can see the ocean below.

Shrieks come from above.

What now?

THE DEAD GAME

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A TROPICAL PARADISE

 

 

Let’s take the green carpet

Through the dense bush.

Mosquitoes our constant companions

Through the moisture-laden air.

Exotic plants fan our way

Through the sounds of the forest.

Shrieks and shouts accompany us

Through the rustling trees.

Snapping sounds follow us

Through our trek in the water.

The tempo quickens.

The beat picks up.

The air becomes heavier.

The sky greener.

We become one with nature.

Lost in a tropical paradise.