Art By: Thomas Bak
Alice stands twelve feet tall in a village
Colonized by fetishes and paper flowers
Her powder blue dress is an emancipated sky
That mitigates disbelief by secularizing fear
Stones dance impishly around her chaste knees
Unwelcome and altogether too uncommon
She folds her limbs around a nomadic tree
Betwixt her ribs, a blood-fueled lantern
Instigates the most curious appetites
“Where” she wonders “Shall I venture next?”
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Where this came from I’ve no idea perhaps I’ve gone a bit daft. I have been trying desperately to rid my computer of viruses. I’ve had some major performance issues and I think I may have done something positive and productive now fingers-crossed lol
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