Fox

Wrapped by the tail of a fox,
My body is tied at this dock,
Yet my mind is adrift, bobbing
And teetering on top of a cliff.

The first step is met by attack
With a whip made of glass
That instantly shatters
As it hits my back.

I continue with no avail.
As the Earth begin to crack,
I hold on to the moss
That reminds me of a tail
Once belonged to a fox.

The farther I go,
The more I grip with my toes.
I forget the comfort from the nose
Breathing deeply till I froze.