Wednesday, December 3, 2014

THE STATUE



THE DEAD GAME

What a beautiful garden.
The moon is shining down from above.
The wind is rustling the leaves.
It is quiet.
I’m alone.
The silence is broken
by crying sounds.
I thought I was alone.
The rest of the guests are inside.
There are statues up ahead.
Wait.
One statue is bent over.
It’s an angel.
And it’s crying.
With real tears.
How could this be?
It could be if it’s Oasis.
Stranger things
have happened here.
Do these statues
come alive at night
and become one of The Dead?
Have they been
stalking us at night?
She’s lifting her head.
I’m getting out of here.
Kindle
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Nook
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