Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Weird Wednesday: Not in Wonderland, Part XI

Alone, without a guide now, tired and lost
And watching shifting sands for fright'ning fin,
The searing sky for teeth, Miss Alice tossed
Her fate to, to whatever Fate ruled in
This desolation. A two-bodied bird
Ran past, escaping from a mangy... thing
With sores and scales and fur. Far off, a herd
Of something running fast kicked up a sting
Of dust to burn her eyes. And then she tripped
Upon a snakeskin, patterned in Chinese
Or something. How could that be? Alice gripped
It in one hand and kept on walking. She
Was damned if this was where her grave would be.

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