Wondering If Wonderland Will Be Safe - Meg Webb

 I feel like Alice, falling down the rabbit holes.

My words echoing all around.

Waiting for the fall to end.

The ground to hit me.

 

Knowing that the girl who fell and the girl who falls are not the same.

She was innocent, I am angry.

She was silent, I am screaming.

She had pain. I have rage.



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This piece was written by Meg Webb (She/her) Read more of her work here.

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