I wonder…
Have I gone mad for I feel like Alice except I understand Wonderland in all it forms and adore the word play insanity mushroom shore twist wrench it to more and hatter stands rictus grinned Cheshire half matted feral and I must say I love it dare word I burn burst forth my core fore press down the trail into the veil out the door to see if I can settle the score asking the white rabbit if he would let me in the tiny hole whilst I grasp the kettle and pour a cup of tea listening to the violin and cello reflecting keys played I know in my soul chest skip breast beats drumming ribs a longing for an adorned floor to stand and grow and magic is all a fairy tale though I crave it still somehow feel one day I will face the Red Queen grasp from stone the sword swing strike purchase receipt sent to the morgue from St. Catherine holy wars judge me the same fate as the last swinger dragged chained burned at the stake as the pyre rips and ribbons my flesh curls ashes thee disappears as smoke twirls I would not go chivalrous my words spoken land you on your knees praying that I die before skin let’s my hand break free thus thy vow you you would know my name.
Wonder I…
Question this for no inception if I Beatrix exist this mental state dissection studied augmented twisted infested with festered larva bathed horror and bore gore then I must be the definition of madness thus can’t be argued or thrown down the well without wishing the silver shilling a pure moment as it flickers and spins rotates and drops in my brain where rose petals swirl around my frame as I am holding together a knife with a black rose I suppose in reality sometimes I wish I was just the same as other girls hop skip play jump rope chant but thy chants are more of demoness whispers tumulus into Morningstar ears and he I’m not sure if is listening anymore.
I don’t know if I am sane anymore…
Why does that make me happy?
Lips curl sip coffee.
Yeah, a little peek into my world,
As I stand in line with you at the store.
