WHERE THE WIND BLOWS
The trees of the forest shiver and shake,
their long limbs trembling for the next quake.
Their bodies blaze a glaring white
with tears frozen from their new plight.
The world has become hard and cold.
My trembling body feels old.
Surrounded on four sides by white,
the bright glare has blinded my sight.
White is the color of my nightgown
as I stand and shiver with a frown.
A shadow emerges from the trees.
I hope it is not him, pretty please.
My body moves forward against my will.
I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.
I dig my feet into the packed snow,
but I must go where the wind might blow.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
Linda lifts her face to the night sky.
The clouds part to reveal the moon,
A light reserved for night creatures.
Sand swirls around her
as laughter floats in the wind.
She runs to the boardwalk
as footsteps echo behind her.
Will I make it home in time?
She races along the path.
A shadow detaches from between the palm trees.
She runs into a hard chest.
“What are you doing here alone?”
She isn’t afraid of him.
Or is she?
THE DEAD GAME
Welcome to Oasis, Florida.
The grass is greener.
The ocean is bluer.
The vampires are deadlier.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
Sunshine warms the tourists.
Moonlight cools their dead bodies.
The Dead love an audience.
Don’t give them one.
I walk quickly this night
from those who lurk from sight.
The wind gives a whistle, a sigh,
as the strands of my hair lift high.
The moon hides its face.
I quicken my pace.
Shadows surround me.
Footsteps behind me.
Hands circle my neck.
Is that a love peck?
He takes my blood.
I fall in a red flood.
Will I belong to him?
He watches with a grin.
I’ve become a nightwalker,
a present from my stalker.
PREY FOR THE DEAD by Susanne Leist