she's locked inside her
mind
she named it
wonderland
where the trees are tiny
and the flowers are huge
where the blue caterpillar
is smoking hookah
where's she just as
mad as the hatter
where they paint the white roses bloody red
and the tea parties are
strangely wild
but there is some twist
don't you see
alice isn't happy
the mad hatter tells the pretty lies
the cat smiles are fake
the cups of tea
were served with LSD
the little treats
had weed
the chubby twins
had demon eyes
and 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
