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There were stitches up her leg watching her walking slight ahead crossing the street as the skin slowly pulled apart at her seems transfixing crimson drops they would fall slowly I thought I blinked Just a tattoo nothing more the blood was gone, I looked away She turned the corner, I waited for the bus I watched the edge of her skirt disappear around it like the coat tails of the white rabbit looking down, eyes closed what would that be like...? A rabbit in a waistcoat skirted the edges of my thoughts the wind teased cool fingers at the back of my neck Feels like flying doesn’t it… A disembodied voice chipping away at my daydream I ignore it, instead conjuring a hole under my feet just like Alice What is? my voice answered for me another chip breaking away I started down the hole The wind… when it blows like that it feels like flying I wished the voice would leave I wouldn’t know I’ve never flown… Neither have I… I could hear the voice smiling a crack of light broke through my daydream I turned away from it catching a glimpse of blue coat tails just around the corner Why is it like flying then? another chip… Why isn’t it? Go away I thought bitterly the bodiless voice laughed softly cool air teased my neck, back of my shoulders I heard the bus pulling up to the stop Be seeing you then? My daydream crumbled away into reality I opened my eyes still looking down No… the only answer Hmm… that’s too bad Another pause I looked at the bus doors opening to admit me Well goodbye then… Alice… It was smiling again I shivered, turning to put a face on the voice Dress it in something more then the sound of its smiling No one, I stood alone with the breeze kissing my skin and smiled a little Goodbye… Cheshire cat
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
I'm dreaming or crazy
There were stitches up her leg watching her walking slight ahead crossing the street as the skin slowly pulled apart at her seems transfixing crimson drops they would fall slowly I thought I blinked Just a tattoo nothing more the blood was gone, I looked away She turned the corner, I waited for the bus I watched the edge of her skirt disappear around it like the coat tails of the white rabbit looking down, eyes closed what would that be like...? A rabbit in a waistcoat skirted the edges of my thoughts the wind teased cool fingers at the back of my neck Feels like flying doesn’t it… A disembodied voice chipping away at my daydream I ignore it, instead conjuring a hole under my feet just like Alice What is? my voice answered for me another chip breaking away I started down the hole The wind… when it blows like that it feels like flying I wished the voice would leave I wouldn’t know I’ve never flown… Neither have I… I could hear the voice smiling a crack of light broke through my daydream I turned away from it catching a glimpse of blue coat tails just around the corner Why is it like flying then? another chip… Why isn’t it? Go away I thought bitterly the bodiless voice laughed softly cool air teased my neck, back of my shoulders I heard the bus pulling up to the stop Be seeing you then? My daydream crumbled away into reality I opened my eyes still looking down No… the only answer Hmm… that’s too bad Another pause I looked at the bus doors opening to admit me Well goodbye then… Alice… It was smiling again I shivered, turning to put a face on the voice Dress it in something more then the sound of its smiling No one, I stood alone with the breeze kissing my skin and smiled a little Goodbye… Cheshire cat
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
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