pattern | writeinktober entry #2

sweet little Alice, went down the rabbit hole

Alice, where are you headed?
will you meet with the Cheshire Cat?

you left to have fun at the tea party,
but you stayed stuck while the time slowly ticks

Alice, why are you running? were you trying to hide?
No, Absolem can not help you with his wise words now

lone like the Jabberwock, you could have been friends
but you chose to slay him with your own hands

Alice, your bloodstream’s filled and burning you again,
you’re spiraling back to that same old pattern

eyes are hazy yet they speak with madness
will you answer The Hatter’s riddle soon?

sweet little Alice, went down the rabbit hole,
further and further away you fall.

gold | writeinktober entry #1

Wildfire. Fireheart. Light-bringer.

she stood there glowing,
gold ember enveloping her

a sign that the fight within has been won
a fight to regain herself

finally made peace with the demons inside
acceptance of who she was, is and will be

burning eyes filled with calm rage
set to strike the darkness outside.