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I am not of this place

The ice within my veins

And eyes that are as black

As blackest night from end to end

She cannot bear to love

What she cannot abide

Cold cruelty blooms inside

To poison all who dare to try

You stole from their stories

Your daughter stole a child

You’re locked in the hazelwood

And rotting in exile

I am not of this world

A story not a girl

A bridge that forms in me

Between the places I have gone

I cannot touch her skin

It burns with emptiness

She wants to cut me open

Bleed me dry to forge a door

I hear it calling me

It whispers through the trees

The world I left behind so

Long ago floats like a dream

The feather, bone, & comb

I know I’m not alone

And everything is watching me

With eyes that can’t be seen

Bound like a book i can never read

Stitched into me like a crooked seam

Alice three times is the story she wove

Spun like a web, every thread made of gold

It follows me wherever I go