Saturday, December 22, 2018

PARTY IN A GLASS HOUSE




Snow falls.
Music floats in the air.
Inside the glass house,
the guests dance.
Their images reflect on the
sparkling walls.
Champagne flows
and so does the blood.
The clock strikes midnight.
The dance floor empties.
We are alone.
The games have begun.
THE DEAD GAME

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