My rabbit hole

I’m falling asleep
down the rabbit hole I go
leaving everything I know to be true behind me
tumbling
down
down
down
my rabbit hole
I’m late I’m late for a very important date
clock strikes three and the mouse ran too late
the mad hatters hat took off with the fork and that plate
The eldest Oyster ate the Walrus before he could make his plate
without
any shoes —
ships —
or sealing wax —
cabbages —
or kings —
without a boiling pot —
pigs don’t have wings.
This rabbit hole is really deep
I think I lost my thoughts awhile back
when I hit my head on that rock or was it a crack?
I think I’m waking now to a very tall looking hat

About Amanda Shelton

I write, and I do digital art. My life is never too boring, I think too much for my life to be nothing but interesting. I always put myself into my writing, so if you want to know how I think then just read my poetry, and short stories. Also I am brutally honest, and I love everyone unconditionally. No one is a stranger to me, I will treat you like I treat everyone else, like family.
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