{"sf1_id":913284,"sf2_id":"yndRzYpe","title":"Bunny, Lock, Dead","author":"iamthacandyman","words":108,"posted_at":"2015-09-22T01:07:00.000Z","tags":["Dark","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/913284-bunny-lock-dead","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/yndRzYpe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/5d/43/5d4309a1-80f2-4ceb-869a-f73dd0db20ae","description":"","content":".Cold, lost, dead I am Forgotten, locked away are my emotions.\n\nI lie under my hill, six feet under.\n\nI see nothing but dark, surronded by worms.\n\nLocked away in my wooden cage held close by the dirt of my sins.\n\nA light, the soft brush of fur, the warmth of another. What is it I feel, what is it I see.\n\nA tunnel, a cotton ball tail.\n\nA rabbit, a bunny, the white rabbit.\n\nTunneling into my dark cage, and showing me the light.\n\nLocked away I am no more, Dead I am more\n\nAll cause of this soft bunny, I am free.\n\nKouneli set me free  \n  \n\n"}