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Blissful Nightmare

By Lydia OzPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
Blurred vision

Down the rabbit hole,

Into wonderland.

Smell the wet paint

On roses

Hear the screams of the queen

Off with their heads!

See a flash of white as

The rabbit with a watch

Dashes away

I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!

He shrieks.

There’s never enough time.

Smell the caterpillar’s smoke

Smoke that suffocates you

A straight jacket

Made for the mad.

Every day it’s a

Happy

Unbirthday.

With tweedle dee and

Tweedle dum

Twinkle twinkle little star.

We play croquet,

With severed heads.

Out of the corner of my eye

I see a cat.

Cheshire.

A grin cut from thin air

His head balanced on his tail.

This world is strange

A drug induced dream.

But even dreams can become nightmares.

The faces that once

Told tales of unbelief

Look at me with smiles fit for killers.

We’re all mad here

they yell

It’s a shame such a sweet little dear

Stumbled into our world.

They throw wine bottles that say drink me

And cakes that say eat me

Grow up little girl!

You trust too easily!

The hatter steps forward

grabs my chin

And says,

“My sweet little child,”

A glint in his eyes,

“You didn’t think they really loved you

Did you?”

Now I see the roses have been

Painted with blood

Cheshire screams

You stupid little girl!

Why did you trust

These creatures?

This isn’t never land

This is wonderland

We’re crazy.

We’re mad.

He smirks,

What did you expect?

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