THE WAVE

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A wave hits me in the face.

I can’t keep up with its pace.

It thrashes against the shore.

Making me want so much more.

THE LAST WAVE

THE LAST WAVE

It’s coming.

Coming closer.

It’s here.

The big wave.

I’ve been waiting all day.

In over my head.

My feet are lifting.

Being swept away.

The swell is taking me.

Holding me close.

I can’t move.

I can’t swim.

Head is going under.

Silence.

Rocks.

Fish.

Time slows down.

The last wave.

SALTY FUN

A wave hits me in the face.

I can’t keep up with its pace.

It thrashes against the shore.

Making me want so much more.

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TIME TO PLAY OUR HAND

Flying creatures behind us.

Sharp rocks before us.

We must escape the house.

We must reach the shore.

Before they catch us.

Who are they?

They lured us to End House.

They played games with our lives.

Time for us to play our hand.

Time for us to take a stand.

THE DEAD GAME

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GOODBYE TO MY PERFECT PARADISE

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A blue wave of ocean.

Coming closer to shore.

Bringing with it darkness.

And yet still so much more.

I’m tempted to ride it.

Take it to the limit.

I want to see its strength

And if it’s a gimmick.

The blue is almost transparent.

A glass of cold water for me.

Hitting me in the face with salt.

Lifting me as high as can be.

Goodbye to the town of Oasis.

Goodbye to my perfect paradise.

Squashed by the hand of The Dead and gone.

By a mere roll of the deadly dice.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

THE LAST WAVE

THE LAST WAVE

It’s coming.

Coming closer.

It’s here.

The big wave.

I’ve been waiting all day.

In over my head.

My feet are lifting.

Being swept away.

The swell is taking me.

Holding me close.

I can’t move.

I can’t swim.

Head is going under.

Silence.

Rocks.

Fish.

Time slows down.

The last wave.