I've hidden myself, gone forever
Have fun trying to figure it out
You could never be that clever
I've locked the door, hidden the key
Remember your childhood, like hide-and-seek
You'll still be looking by the count of three
I've broken my veins, glass blood
It barely hurt, oh how it shimmers!
You might see it like a flash flood
I've recalled your deep fear
Is it of me?
Of course not, you've forgotten over the year
I've locked myself in the skeleton closet
Broken rib cages and beating hearts
Come inside, give me your deposit
YOU ARE READING
Where the Fox Runs
Short StoryHere is a collection of short stories and poems that I've written. The title is just a weird title; a name to go with these stories but it had nothing to do with them. Each chapter is a new story. These stories are random and do not follow any orde...