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and i was
talking to you
hooks and
barbs
and jabs
head between
my legs
vomit
yes, that's it

alice in her blue
dress and white
apron
knife in hand
'welcome to
wonderland'
waking to the
sanitarium

set yourself on
fire little girl
pour the gasoline
over your head
and light a match
the fire will make
you pure
it will leave you
a spot of grease
and burnt bone
and hair

quick!
the queen is
coming
'off with your
head!'
slip a razor into
your shoes and
off you go
get weighed
105
too big
you want to
melt into a silver
white puddle
and evaporate
with the advent
of the morning
sun

time for breakfast
sit down
cereal, orange juice
and fruit
don't want to eat
eat the fruit and
leave the rest
let the calories
sit and stew

go with the other
girls and peek
at the scars on
their arms
mouth turns down
into a sneer
they have never
met the caterpillar
smoking his hookah
sending puffs of
pink smoke
spiraling in the air

paint a picture of
yourself
the eyes too big and
full of an awful knowing
draw the fire that
consumes from within
take heated metal to
your arm
pretend it doesn't hurt
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don't flinch
leave a black smudge
that used to be your skin

lie amongst the
talking flowers
the daisy bold and
brass
the others with
their cat faces
like the cheshire
cat
his grin hanging
wide and
empty in the air

lying in your bed
at night
blond hair and knife
tucked underneath
the sheets
tired of talking about
your issues
endless notes stored
in a blue folder

you are alice
and you shall
burn with the
coming of the sun
lighter in hand
get up the courage
'i can i can i c-'