Through the looking glass

I fell down the rabbit hole again today

and landed on a patch of tooth picks

I looked around for a kind face and there you were in the shadows

A father is the only man a girl can trust

but you changed your shape on me

there was your hand not lifting me up but pushing the picks in further

blue fabric torn to shreds

I didn’t even feel any pain, not in this upside down world

and I popped out on the other side

 

I told my tale of woe to all that I could find of the wonders and the horrors I had seen

Of the words whispered to me by the  cat and the future I’d been told

but no one would listen

No one believed

No one ever believes

not until they see with their own eyes

Why couldn’t you believe in me?

I sat in my garden surrounded by disbelieving eyes

Until my cat appeared crawled up next to me

With a third eye that looked like a bullet wound to the head and said with a grin,

“Still don’t believe?”.

© Hannah Munroe

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One thought on “Through the looking glass

  1. With a third eye that looked like a bullet wound to the head and said with a grin,

    “Still don’t believe?”.

    Powerful imagery!

    Like

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