Tuesday, March 7, 2017

BALANCED AT THE EDGE


A house balanced at the edge.
Daring all to enter its domain.
A black invitation in hand.
We go to the party.
Faced with deadly traps.
We run for our lives.
Down the rocks.
To the beach.
Winds bashing our faces.
Lightning lighting our way.
To the park.
To a gazebo lit by candles. 
A hanging body inside.
Will this night ever end?
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist