Sunday, January 14, 2018


The candles on these walls
throw shadows down the halls.
Shadows that float in the air,
horrors that I cannot bear.

Soft sighs follow in their wake,
my insides begin to quake.
Gargoyles stare at us from above,
I’m thrust forward by a hard shove.

Revolving rooms lead us through a maze.
I follow along, lost in a daze.
I ask, “How do we get out of here?”
My hands covering my face in fear.

Am I standing in a flood?
I look down at all the blood.
It flows from the indoor pool.
As you know I’m not a fool.

I’m out of here as quick as can be.
There’s nothing else I want to see.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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