Drowning Alice - Rabbit Rabbit

Where do lies grow?

In whose garden?

Couldn’t be mine.

In the un (in)tended garden…

How could I know?

These vines clamor and climb

with flowers bright as blight.

The blue-green water holds its tongue

but secrets leak out on the shore.

A billion tears will drown this Alice,

and a million years will turn her teeth to stone.

How could I know?

Couldn’t be mine.