Alice

It was a long way down the rabbit hole.

I fell tail over paw past broken clocks and twisted tree roots

I found no comfort where I landed. My own skeleton betrayed me. Always too small or too tall

Little men spoke nonsense and rocking horse flies bite. Cat's smiles are ghostly things.

Every turn is different. My steps circle forward then back again. My old life becomes as faint as the slivered moon.

I may wat to stay. I think perhaps I belong.

For as they say, we are all a little mad here.

Photo and story by : Monica Michelle