Little Rabbit Hole

She's led her down a rabbit hole. 

The dirt there knows her well, she's told. 

His adamancies nations move. 

She is betrayed but hates to lose. 

She makes herself doubt her own things 

Her dreams have tempted with drawn wings 

Sketched and outlined, pencil: Bold

But pretty things are untouched, cold

She knows what she knew long ago

What gives her up's a simple toe

Banged on what, she does not yet know,

But pain is pain is inked wings aglow 

She knows his love is true

She knows her pain makes him mute

Some sex-smiles might cause sleep for awhile

But crashes split even red Nile

Mrs.Child.on.9/12/17