I'm falling through Pavlov’s hole
mixed with a hint of Wonderland.

Sharp silver thoughts
pass through my frozen fingers
down a red- dyed torrent.
My mind's black and blue bruise
is inflicted upon wrists and waists,

but i can’t find him.

Let's soak in salt and carotenoids
while our brains turn blue
like the ink on his shirt.

my eyes glaze.

As an army of mold creates
a blanket of ebony velvet
over soft pupils.

i sigh, and fall into Wonderland.