Librocubicularist Rachel Skipper
The blood stains the pages, my thumb skimming through, ignoring the cuts as Kanga and Roo’s love soothes the scarred skin, as they have done since I met them as a child. Will they soothe the ache of death? When I fall down the rabbit hole, will it be dark? or will a smiling feline be waiting for me? The earthy hint of tea draws me in, my new world greeting me with a mad man and a queen. I have longed to dance with wolves, race the lions, feel the wind through my jacket. Will the dazzling coat of many colours protect me as every door closes around me the light fading, and I question how my life will end? Will dying be my awfully big adventure as my bookend fits into place?
* Librocubicularist – Someone who reads in bed
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