Ammunition

Hatter waves his rainbow umbrella
Are we going on an adventure squeals Alice
I hope so little bean
I hope so
The Red Queen waves us on through the window
My lips are parched
My sense of taste is fried
I stare at my reflection
Despise this new shape of me
She says only I can stop
I am grateful for her words
They sit like apple stew in my stomach
Let's lay the table
Hope for tea
Certain one day they will come
My head swirls
There is a lull in the air
Hatter wears ammunition around his waste
He marches doesn't walk
We try and keep up
Alice scuffs her shoes on the cobble
I wipe the sweat from my head
Play chicken
Same times and places
Stuck in the hole
I'm not sure it's magical any more
Still the rainbow umbrella makes me smile
We lay on the floor and look up at its wonder.