I’ve been playing Alice
I’ve figured out her game
only I never drink a drop
and I’m shrinking all the same
watch my skin fold like paper
watch my hair stand up straight
ink of ‘eat me’ no temptation
with stomach on my breastplate
just hold me tight I’m feeling ill
hold me lest I disappear
cold, dizzy, in love with you
sick with beauty insincere
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Katarina Tyler
Poet, Playwright, Actor & Comedian.
Generally silly person.
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angels in the lake
I know that when she dies all things beautiful and soft will die with her / all her voicemail time capsules will break open on the corner of the yellow dresser she handed down to me / and her chest will fall on mine / blood in her mouth from biting her tongue will spill down my back / a goddess will always smile / I remember when I almost drowned and she screamed pulled my cold body from the lake and dressed me in warm clothes / she told me there were apple slices in the car / she told me there were angels in that lake /
By Katarina Tyler5 months ago in Poets
Center Stage with Gina C.
*** I'm keen to republish the interviews I did for my series with Vocal creators. It's been a few years and I thought it might be nice to revisit these wonderful conversations. I'll be releasing them one at a time for a few weeks/months.
By Heather Hubler7 days ago in Interview
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I love Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass, so I quickly wanted to read this Alice inspired poem as soon as I spotted it. :D Nicely done, indeed!