Helpless, blank-eyed, bendable little rag doll,
That’s all I was to you.
A young girl playing psychiatrist to your unholy host of demons and monsters.
Alice, I was, looking into the rabbit-hole and diving in headfirst,
Not filled with curiosity but with the childish notion that I was different for you
Such a strong, naïve belief that I could carry your weight while I gracefully, angelically flew.
The sun would not scorch my ethereal wings and send us both plunging into the frothy waves;
My pearlescent transportation would cause us both to rise, steadfast and true,
Until we were welcomed into the forgiving comforts of a nearby cumulus.
But I morphed quickly from Alice to Persephone, bound beneath the earth in a
Granite, unyielding throne by your hellish side
Ensnared by the promise of a happy life and blissful love.
Eventually, I needed no Cerberus to stand snarling, scowling at the mouth of Hell
In the end, I chose to remain.