by the Cheshire Cat
Somewhere she realises
that she's fallen into that hole
of her own making and she can't
get out. She could
look and shout and scream
but no one hears.
All deaf to her pleas.
All blindfolded, unseeing.
Yet you reach your hand out
and she grasps it for
its her breath of life.
Her eyes are alight and finally
in the darkness of that murky gloom
you see her beauty, her innocence
And now instead it is you falling
and she is crying out to reach
but her voice is never tangible enough to hold
and her visage is the last you'll ever need to see
before your world fades