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Luna D Olivera Jan 2021
There is a certain gracefulness
in falling to your doom.
As all the broken things surround you,
as all the lost things keep you
from the dark.

And there
in the Dark,
is a place
where shadows call home.
Chris Chaffin Jan 2021
She told me over dinner one evening
that I should switch to white wine—
less tannins and calories, she claimed.

I smiled and shook my head,
a vintage cabernet stubbornly clinging
to my bleached white teeth.

The next day I found a couple bottles
of chardonnay chilled in the fridge,
a note tethered to one’s neck:
Drink Me!

I did not.
Four months later,
we signed divorce papers;
she packed her things and left.

I drank the chardonnay that last night,
dizzied by the herringbone pattern
of the old parquet floor, and wondered
what would happen if I ate our frozen cake top.
Slowly
she began to fall
down the rabbit hole
learning about herself
and what she
believed in
it wasn't so bad there
that was when
she decided to stay
just a little longer
and the voices come at night
from the sink
from the half light
of a half dream
from the phone unanswered
chapstick
echoes from another space
perhaps another time
to show us glimpses
clues
visions of apocalypse
do we wish to play
and what are we willing to sacrifice
roaches in a jar
this is your wake-up call
some phrases from 'The Mothman Prophecies' and Mr. Cold
SAME Apr 2020
My world, my my.
I open my window to hear the morning magpie.
I'm no longer inside, four walls deep.
Captured by the pecking thoughts that keep me from my sleep.

No no,
now is not the time.
The sun rises over my window shelf and the world is all mine.
Just the quiet moment before it all starts to rustle.
Begging questions and feet that shuffle.

No no,
this moment is all mine to have,
the morning air is a veil to all the thoughts I once had.
But not now seekers,
now is not the time.
My window is open and the world is all mine.

And when a voice rips through the air and takes this all from me.
I'll check the time,
I'll fall in line,
and tell the rabbit to wait for me.
fray narte Jul 2019
how do you gaze at the rabbit hole in your chest without falling down into it?
inspired by blythe baird's line in her piece "relapse", "i don't know how to talk about the rabbit hole without accidentally inviting you to follow me down it"
fray narte Jul 2019
Alice had forgotten what happiness felt like. It’s been long since hers plummeted to rabbit holes with non-existent Wonderlands — hers plummeted to rabbit holes, from which it was never again able to climb back from.
K Balachandran Mar 2019
a traffic snarl-up,
at the middle of nowhere;
down the rabbit hole!
Fall into the rabbit hole of my soul
For it is dark and deep
An endless abyss of complexities
That you can never fully explore
I too, have not seen the end
I continue to wander
The parts of my soul
Created, yet untouched
Unknown even to me
Because I am finding myself
Unknowingly in a cycle
Of creating and reinventing
How can you tame
What is always changing
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