Wednesday, October 10, 2018


The forest torments me to no end.
I don’t want this to be a dead end.
Hot breath breathes close to my ear
as I make my way from here.
The woods are known to be haunted.
With dark whispers, I’ve been taunted.
I’ve passed this tree before.
I can’t run anymore.
The shadows are closing in.
The forest is dark as sin.
I must say goodbye to one and all.
It’s time to follow the bouncing ball.
The script has been written.
My neck has been bitten.
I bid you adieu.
A vampire, to you.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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