alice has fallen through the looking glass again
dreaming is better than living
the poison apple tasted so sweet
cider spiked with cyanide
rosy cheeks simply rouged
play croquet for your tormented soul
shoved down into the wishing well
rusted metal box shrieking underwater
pricked your finger on a rose
& you're falling, twisting, writhing
like smoke into the dark
shooting stars crashing & burning
arrow through the heart
bullet to the head
the stroke of midnight
true love's first kiss
wake from your slumber
to a pillow stealing your breath
struggling against the noose
around your pale & delicate neck
sunlight drifting through your white eyelet dress
scent of honeysuckle mingling with death
they smell your fear
rock-a-bye, baby, in the treetops
the rope snapped, dropping you
like smoldering coal
throwing you into frozen saltwater
blood slowing, freezing
mind drifting, lungs drowning
someone pulls the plug
as you lay choking, gasping, shivering
no warmth from the blanket of snow
you fall for the last time
into sickeningly sweet repose
trapped behind your own eyes
banging on the sheet of ice above you
screaming
alice is stuck behind the looking glass this time
dreaming is better than living.
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