Crook

We sit in the eaves

Dropping 

Like plants

Resisting 

Nestled in the crook of our world

She chews the void

Like tobacco and lies

Defiant

Unafraid

I line the windows with knives

Wise as grandma 

She chuckles

Eyes lit up

Alive

I did the same in my first world

All academic of course

Suspicions and demands

Buried under talk and promises

I think that’s why we are friends

She hops down

Eyes lit up

Alive

We turned the hole into a sky

Never doubt 

There is always a door 

A way to get out

We hold each other on the floor

The red scared me

Peppered the walls like clowns

Sometimes there is nothing more

Maybe that’s enough 

She whispers

Eyes lit up

Alive

We sit in the eaves

Dropping 

Like plants

Resisting 

Nestled in the crook of our world.

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Change

I run my fingers over my lips

They are dry

Stiff as parchment paper

Silent as the last word

Do you think it is possible 

She asks

Jumping down

They say everything is

The question is 

Do you want to move

Forward or back

Bug crawls over the ceiling

Thick as treacle

Dripping on the sheets

That’s why the Red Queen got cross

She had no moves to play

It really was a scandal

She chews the sugar

Giggles

Hums a tune

Takes herself back

And forward again 

I line the cans up 

All in a row

Dream a rifle

Hold a sticky hand 

On my stomach 

In the middle of the night

Rotund with glue

Her voice cracks the walls

Do you think it is possible

She asks

I run my fingers over my lips

They are dry

Stiff as parchment paper

Silent as the last word.

Pie

Do you remember crow

We baked him in a pie

She smacks her lips

Too much pepper I believe 

We are in the floor 

Sucking up glue 

Like sugar

It’s a curious choice

Like making your own snare

She plays with stars

Creating words 

Out of broken jars

Humming quietly

Coping 

Do we like music

I forget

I am out of touch

Heavy

Unreachable 

My own worst enemy

And bestest friend 

She giggles

They bang the wall every night at five

As if we have already died

Blackbirds in a pie

She smacks her lips

Perhaps the planks and bricks 

Are all that’s left

The burden of our birth

Heart and soul

Sprinkled on the earth

The best people know you are here

Know that you are real

Hope you stay a little longer

What do you want

Everything

Nothing

You have to decide

Loneliness is the mistake 

Holding you hostage on the cliff

You can take revenge 

Scramble to the light

She gives me a piece of glass

We make patterns on the wall

See, we are alive

Do you remember crow

We baked him in a pie.

Unity

The Red Queen takes my hand

It is warm

Charged

Like electricity

She is trying to mend my broken skin

It’s not your time to leave 

My lips are stuck stuck

Sticky on the tin

Curious 

Says Alice 

Jumping down

I believe she said the same to me

Or was it him

And his misogyny

Not leaving can be both bad and good

Depending on where you are going 

And where you might have been

She licks her fingers

I think he was more oblivious

Than hateful

I watch the ants climb up the wall

You really shouldn’t be surprised

She giggles

We are not neophytes of this falling thing

She is right

Of course

I wore through my slippers

Kicking at the door

There’s no way out 

She mocks and moans

We are buried together 

In common ground

United and apart

Her fingers brush my hair

Like starlight

Where shall we begin 

She asks

We can write ourselves

Out

Or in.

Spill

The milk spills

Full to capacity

I think

You know the moon

Is just the sun turned upside down

Like flipping a coin

She circles the blue ribbon around her fingers

Making stitches and bows

Drawing something

Peaking and troughing

Rusty breaths 

In and out

I am so tired

Her bare feet cut the edges of my skin

Singe all sense of reason

Grief glimmers like morning  

On the edge of the cup

A well hoping to be buried

And woken up

You know it’s painful

To become

She slips her fingers in mine

I drink the water

We sit on the edge of the tub

My skin feels weak

Aching for something 

A place

A source of being

She throws the blanket over our feet

To hide the bruises

I shiver and shake

Inside I am shrill

Loud and shouting 

But here I am 

Noiseless

Stuck and still

Flipping the coin

I won’t 

I will

The milk spills

Full to capacity 

I think. 

Stop

The walls are bending 

Not in a good way 

Like spoons

Or cows 

Through moons

She holds her head

Even the doors are lopsided

We spin and twirl

Looking 

Always looking 

One day I would like to stop

She declares

We hold hands

The best imagined

Kith and kin

Prayer board tidied

Not a mark or a sin

It is impossible to measure distress

If we cannot feel

We are so far away from ourselves

We cannot see

I wonder how many suns and moons 

Have passed us by 

She chews the milk

I grind the petals in my fingers

Wanting 

Something

Fresh sheets

New skin

I do not understand

How we are both

Locked in and out

I inhale

One day we will ride the stars like jockeys

She giggles

The walls are bending 

Not in a good way

Like spoons

I bruised my toes

Trying to get out.

Reap

Are you afraid of death

She presses her lips

To my head

Leans in

I inhale

Not enough little cricket

You remind me of someone I lost 

She springs down

Sleep torn  

Prowls the cupboards

We are hungry as wolves

Empty as lambs

She finds a sealed jar

Treasure she squeals

Sits on the floor

Pops the lid

Takes out her spoon

I close my eyes

Brain leaking

Like a siren

We are running out of cheats

She wipes her face

Full for now

It’s awfully dull watching 

Life is not surviving the fall

It’s how you climb out that counts

You need to reap your strengths

Sister dear

Truth she says

Leaping and preening

Is impossible to flee

We lie on the floor

Meek

Feeble

Brain leaking

I cannot dream a single wish

Are you afraid of death

She presses her lips

To my head

Leans in

I inhale

Not enough little cricket.

Escape

We sit in our blue room

Mixing up strawberries and milk

She sings

Fingers in the pie

I inhale 

You really are incorrigible 

She giggles

Coming down

The room is empty

But not silent

The story runs on

Like a daisy chain

The gaping silence

The banging head

The hopelessness

Of being small

Lost in the corners 

Lovers

Liquor

Blindness

We saw it all

She says

Wiping the red from under her nails

It made us quite brave 

I believe

The story runs on

Like a daisy chain

Hard to break

Like sugar

Left on the shelf over night

The taste is hateful 

She smacks her lips

But still a delight

We sit in our blue room

Mixing up strawberries and milk

And we wait 

For the gift

The electricity 

The sound and vision

The words he gave us 

To escape.