We are not dead yet(poetry): Plot twist and other magic tricks

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My sister and I played
hide and seek
Wherein you hid something...
like yourself
And eventually
she figured out where you hid

Once, I went myself in the closet
Never bothered to come out
I counted one to ten and
hid like I was the deep darkest secret 

That carries the pretty little lies

That funnily forgot that haunting night

By age 6, my naivety was shattered
into a million liberate pieces

Lips quivered
Dress stolen

A beautiful exciting play
Turned into a craziest
frightening holocaust

And 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 prince

And for the love of God,
I'll never bothered closing
that scary haunting red door

Once, my sister and I
played hid and seek
Wherein you hid something...
like truth
And eventually she figures out
what you did

She lost the game
And I cried and cried,
my poor little sister titled her head 

Because how could she found me?

When 'we' were alone, next door,
Doing things only adult could know.