OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

 

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME 

I’m surrounded by blood,
Blood on the walls
And flowing through my veins.

Blood is thicker than water,
Heavey and intense
As it trickles and oozes.

It flows through family members
Like a disease that can’t be stopped,
Bringing with it torment and anguish.

My only recourse is to escape
From within these walls
As I tunnel my way upward.

I want to be free from the evil,
Destroying me from within,

Keeping me from my family.

 
Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

INTO THE TUNNEL

 

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Into the tunnel we are thrown.

Been more careful if I had known.

We’re falling down a dark abyss.

Please someone give us an assist.

 

We’re falling too hard and fast.

This nightmare better not last.

Our time has come to an end

As we fly around the bend.

 

The Dead are waiting for us below.

I can hear them yelling out hello.

We land with a thump and a bang.

I’m now facing a big fat fang.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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LOST

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Imprisoned beneath the earth.

Trapped for centuries.

A family lost to darkness.

Stuck between worlds.

For eternity.

Only one could save them.

PREY FOR THE DEAD by Susanne Leist

WHERE ARE THE PEOPLE?

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WHERE ARE THE PEOPLE?

They were here.

Moments ago.

Women pushing strollers.

Joggers following the path.

Tourists holding cameras.

Where are they?

Take a peek inside.

The tunnel.

You’ll find them.

Lined in rows like wrapped packages.

Happy Birthday!

A MIST

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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

MY HAIKU OF DEATH

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MY HAIKU OF DEATH

 

Sliding down below.

Where no one will dare to tread.

Down the dark hollow.

 

Darkness fills each side.

Gravity, my enemy.

No place left to hide.

 

I keep falling down.

Will I hit rock bottom hard?

I won’t land on down.

 

My descent goes fast.

I’ve come to my bitter end.

Life is in the past.

THE ABYSS

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Falling.

Deeper.

And deeper.

Into the abyss.

No lights.

No sounds.

Only hands.

Reach for me.

 

I can’t grab onto the walls.

They’re too slippery.

My fingers slide down.

Is there an end,

Or even a bottom?

Will I be falling forever?

Down, down I go.

Into the abyss.

No more worries.

No more thoughts.

Just the abyss.

THE DEAD GAME  by Susanne Leist