NO SHELTER FROM THE STORM

The birds are watching.

They are waiting for night.

It will provide cover

for their flight over Oasis.

They will storm the Town Hall

with shrieks of glee.

Their bodies will transform into

creatures of hell.

There will be no shelter from this storm.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

Kindle

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Nook

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OUIJA BOARD

Oh ouija board,

please bring me spirits.

Spirits of the light

and ones of the damned.

I want to hear their tales

of past lives and woes.

I want to feel

their unearthly presence.

Their dead breath

on my face.

Their moans and screams

of the long nights.

Please bring me them this night.

I can feel cold breath.

Shrieks fill the silent night.

Icy fingers trail down my face.

They’re at my neck.

Squeezing.

A little too tight.

Too tight…

Source:blooming-pain

A TROPICAL PARADISE

Source:quiet-spheres

Let’s take the green carpet

Through the dense bush.

Mosquitoes our constant companions

Through the moisture-laden air.

Exotic plants fan our way

Through the sounds of the forest.

Shrieks and shouts accompany us

Through the rustling trees.

Snapping sounds follow us

Through our trek in the water.

The tempo quickens.

The beat picks up.

The air becomes heavier.

The sky greener.

We become one with nature.

Lost in a tropical paradise.