
I'll dig a trench to Wonderland
Suffocate on the way down.
I'll stuff my face with endless twisted cakes
Feeling something because of my shaking lungs.
I'll take long drags on the caterpillar's pipe
Spelling out cruel swear words I've said to myself.
I'll learn to live in the in-between space
The time zone where urgency doesn't quite feel right.
And I'll stay drunk and numb in the White Queen's castle
Once the tea is dried; I'll try to learn to fight
The urge to vomit because my hair turned red
And the faces of taxidermy animals chased me
Into the lair of the Cheshire Cat.
I'll throw cups and saucers at his apathetic grin
And I'll cry because I don't know any magic tricks.
Once my stockings have turned black
From all that cigarette smoke;
And I've tamed each beast to crave cake
I guess I'll wander back to the ladder someone dropped
Down the rabbit hole
Because initially, I'd said that I didn't want to stay.
I'll trip and spill my deck of cards,
Smash a pocket watch on glass bricks.
In pain, I'll tumble down the checkered spirals
Because I did not get the correct chance
To save myself from the depths of this place.
I'll practise croquet like one of the Heathers
Confined to stone walled gardens.
As my dress turns from blue to pink
From the feathers of the flamingo I hold upside down
Before shattering the ball against its head.
I'll crawl into the space where the darkness lurks,
An unoccupied hallway
With doors that don't need keys.
And I'll wish I was as precious
As the friendship of the twin brothers
Who were mocked just for entertainment's' sake.
I'll discard the ribbons I'll have collected
From the Mad Hatter who called me kind,
And use fine thread as stitches for every wound and bruise
That had come to replace my polite smile.
Wonderland left its mark on me,
A seed rooted deep in my mind.
Nevertheless,
I'll use the floating shards of Victorian furniture
As a path to climb toward real life.
Maybe with longer limbs
And a hardened heart
I'll be able to move on from the time I spent in Wonderland
While finding fun
In what I had tried to avoid.
~

About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask π±
Taking a break from Vocal; focusing on my anthology π«Άπ
AI is not art.




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