Wonderland?

Abigail McGinnis

I remember expectations; taking on a role filled with responsibility. The responsibility of serving as your perfect form of aid, and then swallowing

My sanity, stepping off my horse, and reminding you to “Watch out, Dear. You cannot say everything and nothing at the same time.”

I remember being oh so dangerous; knowing that nobody could have stopped us.

Not me, not she, not even the Queen herself. The Queen! Who was there from the start, Giving out free decapitations.

Despite muted memories and soft-whispered secrets, I am still so in love with the idea of waking at noon and night, Only to find you needled in my darkest corner, Watching my face for security, Waiting, For something that will never arrive.