Friday, August 9, 2019

THE GAME IS ALIVE




The stairs lead us to the basement.
Circular saws rotate above our heads.
Traps with pointy edges dangle close.
The door locks behinds us.
The water reaches our ankles.
Three doors appear on the opposite wall.
Will we make it across the water?
Will we ever see the light of day?
The house is alive and winning the game.

­čî╣THE DEAD GAME ­čî╣

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