does she recede into her lair of solitude and silence, or does she slip away shadowless to the soft secret of her dark cove?
or, rather, does she sink into a sweeter place, a heavier place,
lifted high with the smell of
deep oleander and tall curtains of swaying stalks?
for down and down she goes,
the descension into madness made so easy.
down and down and down until she is
all that place and not at all that place.
and so until her descension halts,
down and down and down
she'll go.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
does she recede into her lair of solitude and silence, or does she slip away shadowless to the soft secret of her dark cove?
or, rather, does she sink into a sweeter place, a heavier place,
lifted high with the smell of
deep oleander and tall curtains of swaying stalks?
for down and down she goes,
the descension into madness made so easy.
down and down and down until she is
all that place and not at all that place.
and so until her descension halts,
down and down and down
she'll go.
alice in purgatory.
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