She was dropping
Rotating in cartwheels
Spinning in the glass blue air
The kind of blue that made
Alice want to **** in her lungs
Just to be graced
By inhaling the trance
Of a color so divine

But then she
Landed with a hard thud
Inside a Box
Made of Glass
So clear and clean
Like if it were human
It wouldn't be
Capable of telling a lie
It could do not wrong

But then the glass
Began closing in
First the ceiling
Pushing down on her
Her golden ribbons of hair
And the glass sides closing in
Squeezing her like
Like an old-fashioned corset

And then a hand reached for her
Pulling her
Like a cloud fiercely
Pulling across the sky
During the heat of a storm
It was a man's hand
Callused and strong
Locked in hers
Intertwined like
The the knot of a rope

Next she was lying breathless
Lying in a bed of green blades of grass
Surrounded by wishes of dandelions
Waiting to blown into their magic
Staring into the grey blue eyes
Of the hand that saved her

"What happened"
She said staring at him
"It all closed in on me"

"No" he responded
"You became too strong
You outgrew the glass
And it doesn't shatter
Sadly
Just like some people
It wants to confine you"

"So you have to move
The walls weren't getting smaller
Your heart, your mind, your soul
Grew too strong
So nothing closed in
You grew out"