Why was he here?
Who had spoken to him?
These thoughts and many more
They plagued his busy mind
What was this place?
Why was he 'Alice?'
Why was the scent of death so strong from the trees?
"Confused, little Alice?"
The voice whispered in his ear
Who was there to speak it?
Not a sight to behold
Nothing near his ear
So who had been there?
"I'm not Alice."
His answer was shaky
Full of his fear
What was hiding in plain sight?
Was it a monster? A demon? Or even a ghost?
"But of course you are,"
Came the purring, a loud motorboat sound
"It's clear as the Glass
All there to behold."
Breathing now rushed
Heart beating rapidly
What was going on?
Surely just a dream
"What glass do you mean?"
"The one right behind you,"
Came the malicious voice once again
What was making that noise?
What was saying these things?
Slowly, cautiously he turned
Heart began to race
The pounding in his ears deafening
All this panic induced by the floating face there
Golden eyes peered into his
(Could they see into his very being?)
The fanged grin was wide
(Would it bite at him soon?)
No doubt the voice had come from this
What manner of monster was this?
The azul flames burst 'round one of its eyes
What did that serve?
The boy didn't know nor did he care
His heartbeat grew harder, louder and deafening
A nightmare - nothing more than that
His reasoning was sound - he would wake soon
He willed himself to believe even as his heart sank lower
As he watched a being came to shape
Lanky body, ribs poked out from under skin
Were those pustules and sores?
What had happened to this Cat?
"Don't look so surprised, little Alice."
It's cooing was a death rattle
Devoid of joy and of humor
It promised nothing but pain;
Pain and deep dread
YOU ARE READING
Not Alice
Poetry"Until one day from the Looking Glass A new Alice came Though it wasn't a girl The boy had been thrown in without choice Pale purple eyes surveyed his surroundings What kind of place was so blackened and dead? Where had he gone? Why was he here? Con...
