chasing a white rabbit

I was the modern-day Alice in Wonderland.
Not the 21st century Cinderella, like my mother
wanted me to be.
I drank what wasn't mine until I grew
into a big girl, who had instead of independence
a hole
that she fell into
and got stuck in large places
talking to all the mythical, glamorous creatures
that wander about in dark corners.
The only place of solace was the garden,
with its tall walls and its roses of
blood red and cotton white
Until the woman came and took me to court
and off with my head was all that was left to be heard.


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copyright Miss Erin McIntosh, 2009
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