Tuesday, May 19, 2015


Alice takes a swallow 
Finds herself smaller 
Reflection hauntingly shattered 
Racing to find the peices that make her 

Door handles rusted 
Leading to the hallways 
Where letters read on walls 
Are the arrows of perfection 
In reflections of those hand held 
Compilations she needs so badly 

Now the locks are locked so tightly 
The cat sits smiling 
Of all the love he never quite had 

But I know who has the key 
I'm not the one for reckoning 
I'm also not crazy 
My head is on tightly 
As I swallow it all one more time 
I had it all since the beginning