Minding my own,
Expecting no-one to come
And play.
Suddenly,
A tall boy approaches,
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
Afraid of him,
Not wanting him,
I said yes.
I don't like him,
And I'm scared of him.
All because of someone at home.
Boys are scary,
I'm scared of males -
They're like storm clouds
With speakers.
Over time,
My boyfriend wants to
Play hide and seek under the sheets.
Who does he think he is?
I'm scared -
Of the thought,
And action of it.
My mind felt it was playing chess -
I don't know how to play,
So I'm stuck on the first move.
I'm too young for hide and seek,
But he doesn't care.
I play "keep-away" with the minutes,
Keeping the scary boy at bay.
It worked,
Until he left.
They're like storm clouds
With speakers.
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Author:
Zora (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: September 15th, 2025 21:44
- Category: Short story
- Views: 1
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