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This May Not Be Your Wonderland... *PROLOGUE* Ally had dreamt of "Wonderland" for as long as she could remember. Maybe it was to escape the verbal abuse from her elder sister. To escape the nightmares of her deceased parents, slaughtered and left to rot in the heart of the dark forest. To escape the voice inside her head.
"Kill, kill, kill " the Voice whispered on that day. It made her kill her parents. It made her terrorize her household with bursts of psychotic laughter in the dead of night. It made her wonder how she was still alive as it forced her to torture herself into insanity. All she had was the Voice. And of course, while calmly humming to herself, she spied an
Hate and LoveI hate it when you're modest
About the things you're perfect at
I hate the way you talk so cleverly
And how you draw people in,
Making me invisible
I hate it when you say things
I know I should have said
I hate it when I can never say what I want to sometimes
I hate it when you give me cold stares
I hate it when you talk to people while I'm there
As you seem to forget I exist
I hate how stubborn you can be,
I hate how you make me feel like I'm not a good friend when you cry,
But to be honest,
I love so many things about you
I love your confidence; the way you smile;
Especially the way you laugh
Because it makes me smil
Once Upon a TimeOnce upon a time
There was a girl
Who couldn't bring herself to forget the past
She never remembered the countless times they told her they loved her
She never remembered how happy she was
She never realized how great life really was for her
She kept reminding herself of every flaw and every mistake she ever made
And she never had a chance to feel happy
Those past feelings melded into her present feelings of pain and sadness
Until she thought,
"Life is unbearable. All people ever do is hurt me. I might as well leave this world forever."
Once upon a time
The once lonely girl
Found someone she thought she was loved by
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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