misasaii

                Alice sits, head in her hands, memories she holds explode. Her mind splits. Releasing her alter from it's rabbit's hole. The memories progress, she see's water-tinted red, fingernails scraping across her skin. And each drop of blood brings her closer and closer to the queen of hearts.  Deep inside, salvation, another voice, so soothing, pacifying, "Alice let me out. Alice, I'll make it alright." So Alice relinquishes control.            Blood kisses every surface of her unbalanced mind. As she scratches at the remains of her past, only to be trapped, glued deeper into that rabbit's hole. Still Alice struggles for control.