The Key to the Rabbit Hole
Sunday Scribblings: Night
I wrote this piece about Night for Sunday Scribblings this past weekend and I thought it went too well with the words that Bone picked, so I fused the two together - hope no one is disappointed!
Through the frayed edge of her petticoats comes the gleaming orange of twilight.
She wrestles with sleeplessness solving puzzles in her minds eye, causing dew to tear up in droplets on her flesh.
One pill makes her larger and one pill makes her smaller, but they all unlock the rabbit hole.
What is night but the key to the door that holds back the torrent of unleashed possibilities...
Night is the rehabilitator, the ancient bearded page-turner...the fanciful carnival lady who peddles change in a bottle...
Night is the uninhibitor...
The unabashed beast rocking the gates of his cage as the bars give way...
Night is the Queen that yells "OFF WITH HER HEAD!!!" as the deck of cards fall where they will with a dizzy flip of heads and tails.
The cooing of a one legged bird and the cricket's song...the mad woman in the attic.
Each and every exhale she falls deeper down the hole. The hours are dressed in winds howling blows...
Candle light flickers, fears rise and fall and an indescribable release takes hold.
The ground is a trampoline of bleeding colors.
Once and for all she lands in place.
What is night but the key to the rabbit hole, what is day but the lock.
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