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.