Poetry

Wonderland.

She wasn't much for reality.
She lived a life made of magic and stardust.
Not that her world was perfect.
She saw everything hideous in this world and ran.
She looked into the eyes of everyone that tried to hurt her and ran.
If they chased her she would run to the woods.
She would slide into her own rabbit hole.
"Have I gone mad?"
No but the world has.