PUFFS OF SMOKE

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Demonic (2015)

Light the dark path.

Through the dense woods.

To the house on the edge.

Where many have gone.

Follow the puffs of smoke.

Through the rocks and brush.

To the end of the trail.

Where many have gone.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE PERFECT PLACE

The perfect place to relax and read.

The perfect place to write.

I will close my eyes.

Listen to the water lapping at the windows.

Feel the motion of the waves.

Watch the fish swim by.

Safe inside my clear cocoon. 

Lulling me to sleep.

Dreams filling my mind.

At rest.

At peace.

Perfect.

FEAR

Looks like a nice house.

On a quiet street.

No neighbors nearby.

No is ever seen walking in or out.

Who lives there?

Why don’t we find out?

Let’s take a walk down the path.

Hey, where did you go?

I thought so.

No one is brave enough.

Except for me.

So long, see you later.

I’m going into the house.

A SAD HOUSE

 

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A sad house.

It sits alone.

Waiting for visitors.

Waiting for someone.

A family would be preferable.

Even a family with a dog would

be better than the dead quiet.

It will continue to wait until its

shutters fall off and its roof sinks in.

As long as it has its four walls,

there will always be hope for better times.

If only walls could talk.