she's locked inside her
mindshe named it
wonderlandwhere the trees are tiny
and the flowers are hugewhere the blue caterpillar
is smoking hookahwhere's she just as
mad as the hatterwhere they paint the white roses bloody red
and the tea parties are
strangely wildbut there is some twist
don't you seealice isn't happy
the mad hatter tells the pretty lies
the cat smiles are fake
the cups of tea
were served with LSDthe little treats
had weedthe chubby twins
had demon eyesand as the queen pronounced
"off with her head!"*splash*
a sudden red appeared
on the checkered walls
but it wasn't alice's blood...alice giggled at the silly dead queen
she tucked the gun
in her little white apron
and skipped off wondering
where to go next..
YOU ARE READING
Haunted :: poetry
Poetrymy throat burns of all the countless things I never had the courage to tell you