My sister and I played
hide and seek
Wherein you hid something...
like yourself
And eventually
she figured out where you hidOnce, I went myself in the closet
Never bothered to come out
I counted one to ten and
hid like I was the deep darkest secretThat carries the pretty little lies
That funnily forgot that haunting night
By age 6, my naivety was shattered
into a million liberate piecesLips quivered
Dress stolenA beautiful exciting play
Turned into a craziest
frightening holocaustAnd all I think was how was I so stupid?
Too reckless to even venture to the witches' candy house?
And I was found barefooted with no shoes on
Like Alice following the rabbit
Like Cinderella running from her princeAnd for the love of God,
I'll never bothered closing
that scary haunting red doorOnce, my sister and I
played hid and seek
Wherein you hid something...
like truth
And eventually she figures out
what you didShe lost the game
And I cried and cried,
my poor little sister titled her headBecause how could she found me?
When 'we' were alone, next door,
Doing things only adult could know.
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We are not dead yet(poetry): Plot twist and other magic tricks
PoetryA set of prose and poetry about sad thoughts, phobia, insomnia, bullies. It focuses more on the negative side of one's life. COMPLETED June 12, 2021