One Poem by Kristal Flaming

Misleading Alice

Your skin is like something raw
and ripe. The taut
red of an apple
I am not allowed
to bite.

Under my illusion
I think I can taste
nourishment
seeping out.

You sleep beautifully.

I feel you twitch.
Perhaps tumbling
at the beginning
of a dream.
Down the rabbit
Hole. To the space
in between

you and me.

We are a fragile
facade. Carefully paired,
a Goddess and her God.
This image I hold
in my humanlike clenches.

Shift
too close
and I begin to tremble
slipping sobs.
You are engulfed in a land
of contorted figurines
and lucid colorful schemes.

I led you there.

When light
escorts you sweetly home
it’s likely I’ll have disappeared.
For now

I’ll cast a bewitching spell,
breathe with you and wish
to sing a rhyme you know.
One day to be without
transformation and know that

I am loved.

{Poem by Kristal Flaming}