Thursday, March 24, 2016


We have reached the edge.
Nowhere left to go.
We escaped the party.
The deadly game from hell.

Let’s jump into the ocean.
Swim our way down the shore.
To the beach filled with tourists.
Where help will be on the way.

We can’t return to End House.
Evil house of illusions.
Filled with traps and dead bodies.
No way are we going back.

Come and take my hand.
Let’s fly off the rocks.
We’ll soar through the air.
Like a pair of white doves.

Footsteps are behind us.
Flying creatures above.
Time is now or never.
For us to make our move.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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