I fell down a rabbit's hole,
Knocking over cupboards and lamps,
Listening to crows screech of others success,
And landed within the deep pool of tears that Alice left.
I sink.
Beneath the water, serpentines of my energy diffused into my liquid prison.
A spider wiggled through my skin, to where I feared it to search,
And I struggled, trying to brush it before the worst could happen.
I hope I did.
I don’t want the worst to happen.
It did once; I’d show you the scar,
But I keep it well hid.