The full moon rises and here I sit alone, in this steel cage, playing this simple game.

Outside you would hard pressed to see passed my perfect crisp green lawn. Hanging colorful baskets of flowers on my front porch are quite inviting to the senses.

But once a month, the shades come down and steel bars fall from the ceilings. I descend the stairs to the basement for a monthly sleep over.

As I watch my hand turn to deadly paw and claw my last rational thought of the night as human springs forward.

‘Did I turn the dishwasher on?’

Wooden solitaire set

Wooden solitaire set

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June 7th, 2015

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