Bones and rabbit earsA Poem by Cheavel DeLunaThe air is cold with ice, sharp as the teeth of lions. Your lovely door left unlocked as you make your way to dreams.
Careless. As a child at play. But even children dissapear.
Alice. You've left your lovely door unlocked, again. The White Rabbit is soon to come. Come to play, with you.
Should have been more careful Alice. Fallen down the Rabbit Hole again.
The White Rabbit is there again. He wants to play.
Should have been more careful Alice, White Rabbit doesn't play nice. © 2010 Cheavel DeLuna |
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Added on December 3, 2010 Last Updated on December 3, 2010 AuthorCheavel DeLunaPAAboutI'm a human. Mostly. I'm am aspiring starving artist. Everything on here is copyrighted. To me. Unless otherwise stated that is.. Salty? Enjoy! more..Writing
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