alice had no glory

she loved to free her mind but only when there was lightning becuse the thunder would whisper dark things in her ears she was afraid to step outside because on these days when time stood so still light has no meaning so glass stones would drop her deep in the abyss where bright eyes waited to consume her soul and the honeywater ran for miles from the mouth of the face covering her feet in a sticky mess what stress her bold heart gave when no one else was around to call her name except the willow tree that wept at the edge of the acid lake deep in the indigo midnight forest always incognito when she calls it's name, a dark spell that would set her soul on fire