Roses line the cold marble floor.
The sound of heels gracefully parade along the path of the roses.
As the clickety clack of heels grow louder a honeysuckle aroma trails behind.
The door creeks open and a lulling voice whispers my name.. Alice.
A leg wearing knee-high fishnet stockings and black stilettos peers from behind the ajared door.
As the door swings open her voice calls out in a seductive tone, "Alice, why have you painted my roses red."
My darling stands in front of me as The Queen of Hearts. With a staff in one hand she held a painted rose in the other.
The paint drains down her hand glistening in the dim light like crimson red blood.
As she strides towards me she whispers, "Shh, or over with your head."
*Lights out, we're all mad here.*
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The Person I Loved
Poesía1. This is a poem to the person I once loved. 2. This is a poem to a person I don't have the guts to tell I love. 3. This is a letter to the person I had hopes for. 4. Alice in wonderland has a sexy twist. 5. This is a short fantasy of what the perf...
