who goes there
into the twilight of my mind
(alice fell down a rabbit hole
to find a checkered past)
deep within the recesses
of tortured memories
and stained photographs
(to see what she could see
she bargained her very soul)
you seek substance
littered images gone awry
blown away by the merciless wind
(verses raped her being
with a flick off her fingertips)
blood stained thoughts
elude capture here
where the demons dwell
(pen in hand
she wrote her eulogy)
the twilight seems not
so pretty
where solace cannot be found
(with a deafening thud
a net was not waiting)
