I’m lost at a carnival,
A carnival of nightmares.
A clown leers at me.
The knife-thrower aims
But misses.
I run into a tent.
Mirrors surround me,
Distorting my reflection.
I flee into the darkness,
Crashing through a mirror.
Glass rains on me.
I’m in a dark room.
The floor spins.
I grab for the walls.
They are wet and shiny.
There’s no way out.
The floor bottoms out,
And I’m falling.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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