Alice rides clouds
rattles rainbows
mixes them up to something new
walks the moons edge
Alice is scared
knows the darker woman
who hides between lines
in misted spaces
too many similarities
to a lonely night
where nothing seems the same
thoughts splinter
mock
until
she dreams up a storm
with the in rushing tide
it's cold when she cries
Alice rests in day dreams
behind white picket fences
hears the blue birds sing
smiles for the camera
hear her count stars
unhook one for luck
wrap it in satin and silks
just in case
thoughts
splinter
in the night
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