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THE GAME

by kerry-ann-herrmann

You are gathered with your friends to play a board game called "What Next" Four people total, Including you. First, the person with brown hair and blue eyes to your right, filled with HATrEd, withdraws a card and deciphers its MYstery: "You are lost at sea on a wooden catamaran. There are others with you. The phone that shows where to turn is broken. How will you unMASK the land?" The pitiful one across from you whispers the answer: "Unlock the old, rusted telescope." It is the pitiful one's turn, who reads with self-reproof, "You are on an island. The boy child with a broken glass face, exposing the fire in HIS head, looks at you accusingly. How do you extinguish the volcano?" Raising a hand in ANGER is the disdainful person with brown hair, who yells, "Punish the boy child! His SCARS will never heal!" The loving soul in red smiles and says: "Wrong, you silly creature. You solve the MYthical puzzle by joining the flesh on the boy child's FACE." It is now THE loving one's turn to select a card (the ticket?), done with a GENTLE flick of the delicate wrist. One singing VOICE chimed, "Spoiled farmer makes you confine the bamboozled man that names your strengths. He SUGGESTS THAT the befuddled has already been put away. How can you possibly solve the Conundrum?" You must answer. Relax! I order you! Find the solution! The patriarch has ordered it! Or else you MUST walk through a curtain of falling bullets showering down. It is the only ESCAPE back to the beginning. Kerry Herrmann
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Mar 24, 2016
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This poem is based on a dream I had. I don't know what it means. If you can figure it out, tell me... I'd love to know. My hard copy has the bold letters much larger and red. On that copy, you can easily make out the words: "I hate my mask, his anger scars my face. The gentle voice suggests that I must escape."

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