Rebecca Ann Writing

Go ask Alice in her padded cell how she took a tumble and fell down a rabbit hole of illusion now don’s a straightjacket of confusion. Go ..

There’s something about cliche’s, how they never leave my pen. I sketch them into my decay every now and then. There’s someth..

I wrote this poem after I was deceived by a person I trusted. I realized my perception was sketchy, at best.