I’m late, I’m late
but I don’t recall
what I was
running for
and time
falls away
as we tumble down
this rabbit hole
it felt slower in my head
faster in your bed
messy and
raw and
real.
I’ve always been
the wrong Alice
an impossible thing
buttered wings
a flower that sings
a mouse that drinks
too much
I was just
wandering
I was just
wondering
curious and
curiouser
when you smile
did it ever reach
your eyes?
or did you disappear
in fear
that some girl
would finally see you
for what you nearly are?
I knew who you were
this morning
but you’ve changed
so many times
since then
drink me
eat me
devour me
until you’re towering
the whites
in your eyes
paints the skies red
your voice
crashes
in my head
we wander
utterly bonkers
as I wonder
so utterly breathless
can’t you give me
something real?
I blink, and
you reappear
how many times
I’ve tried
to keep you here
I wish
I could be
just Alice
but this place,
this you,
it’s madness.
