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I gaze from my window
and what do I see?
A storm growing in force
and coming for me.
Death comes to town.
It has its own name.
The one that I know
is called The Dead Game.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
window
ONE WINDOW
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One window among many.
One window to the world.
Watching the darkness.
Alone.
Waiting.
Open to the darkness.
Waiting for something.
Or someone.
A WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY
It watches.
It waits.
The sun rises.
Fly away pretty bird.
Take a chance.
Spread your wings.
COTTON BALLS IN THE SKY
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From my small, bedroom window
I watch as the white clouds drift by,
Shadowing the world below.
Puffy cotton balls in the sky.
FOUR MEN
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I see men
Walking
In the cold
Coming closer to my home.
Snow swirls around them.
Feet crunch on ice.
Four of them.
Why are they here?
Four men.
The window mists from my breath.
It fogs my view.
I must run.
I must hide.
Four men.
STEP INSIDE
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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
