So desperate for help

we dig our way from rabbit hole to rabbit hole

pride shrinking and growing depending which

ego we feed

following the myth to its never ending conclusions

corridors of cards

played down to the queen

and she smiles

squeezing our hearts ever tighter

a dreamed nightmare

of tattoos and tea parties

picked apart by plump caterpillar philosophers’

puffing smoke of their own self worth

around ignorance and bliss.

And I dolled up in innocence

follow the tic-toc of the nervousness time-piece

never one to be late

for a party I wasn’t invited to.