Game Nights

i remember those nights at my mother's home

when and her brother would team up

and play a ghost game with me and my sister

by wearing the devil's horn that lights up and scare us

the cold breeze at night on rooftop

and there was just silence in the distance

as we were hiding in the dark

not trying to get caught as they were trying to scare us

Written on- June 8, 2026; 9:38pm

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". This poem is based on one of many summer memories from my childhood.