KILL ME NOW
A walk through the greenhouse
on a sunny afternoon.
Darkness soon falls on the dense copse of trees,
covering us with its inky shadow.
Rustling sounds echo from within the foliage,
followed by sighs and moans.
The trees begin moving,
their leaves striking us in a quick tempo.
We're surrounded.
Are the trees moving on their own?
Are the trees moving on their own?
The trees are coming alive!
Alive with The Dead.
Just kill me now.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
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