FLEETING

A puff of smoke.

A flicker of light.

Life is sweet.

It is memorable.

It can be fleeting.

Gone in a puff of smoke.

Don’t close your eyes.

Keep them wide open.

Dangers lurk everywhere.

Poof!

A life is gone.

Is it yours?

Only THE DEAD

have the power.

Only THE DEAD

hold the cure.

Only THE DEAD

know who’s next.

THE DEAD GAME

THE CANDLE FLICKERS

The candle flickers.

The music plays softly.

In an empty house.

The piano keys pound faster.

The wind screams louder.

The games are about to begin.

THE DEAD GAME 

FOLLOW THE CANDLES

The candles are leading us.
No one seems to be home at End House.
But the house is beckoning us.
It wants us to follow the flickering lights.
Should we go down to the basement?
What could be awaiting us there?
It can’t be anything good.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

INVISIBLE ME

Some days I feel strong and empowered,
ready to face the challenges
life throws at me.
Other days I feel invisible,
a transparent copy of myself,
feeling my life fade away.
How do I remain strong?
My transparent self
needs to be reminded
of all the people
who rely on it.
It flickers.
It becomes solid.
It becomes strong once again.

FLAME

FLAME

Quiver.
Flicker.
Shoot sparks.
Tremble.
Falter.
But always
Give light.