alice in nightmare land

tumbling down a rabbit hole,

white boots scraping against dirt walls

blue dress flaring around her knees

as she looses all sense of sanity.

i call her alice, no name otherwise,

for she's fallen down a pit,

but it doesn't lead to wonders,

it leads to nightmares.

her blonde hair whips around

her face, the light color highlighting

the darkening bruise on her cheekbone

and the cut on her chin.

marks of survival, things that drive her

to fall wherever she can go,

tumble down faerytales,

try to find this forbidden land.

yes, i call her alice,

but that's because i used to know her,

this depressed amnesic

only knows her similar insomniac.

The End

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