• The willows bow to water.
    The butterflies turn gray when the storm begins.
    Little people come out to play-
    Their little wings beat like the butterflies.
    I watch them fly over to a flower and chat with the buds.
    Rain pours and then the birds cry tears of blood.
    Wounded the cheshire cat.
    My dress is covered in mud-
    I don't mind.
    This is my version-
    Of a broken and ******** up wonderland.