alice
your barely kempt blonde hair is a signal flare
my eyes can’t help but follow
as you grow smaller and smaller
reflecting me, optically, as a beast
i become the terror in your eyes
if you ever wasted your time to look at me
and you kept growing smaller and smaller
but i could only master wasting away
does every thing you see demand, eat me?
and what of when it does?
i’m not strong enough, little alice
i can’t take this surreal reality
what would they think if i were only a blurred reflection in your looking glass?