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    Wonderland
    Wonderland
    Wonderland
    Ebook53 pages33 minutes

    Wonderland

    By Candice James

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    A strange magical journey through a surrealistic terrain and mindscape...Mind blowing and expanding

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSilver Bow Publishing
    Release dateOct 19, 2017
    ISBN9781927616604
    Wonderland

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      Wonderland - Candice James

      Wonderland

      By Candice James

      Smashwords Edition 2013

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      Copyright © 2013 Silver Bow Publishing

      978-1-927616-60-4 (e-book)

      Silver Bow Publishing

      THE WRONG PEOPLE

      Rain streaking down the dusty window

      Plays with the dirt in a paned wrestling match.

      Life peeps through this muddy menagerie.

      A snowy woman is walking hand in hand

      With a midnight man packing a child on his back.

      These are the wrong people.

      They shouldn’t be in charge of these scissors

      They use to cut their way through

      The wrong side of town.

      And the kiss of spring in winter

      Is falling through summer’s embrace.

      The alleys and dumpsters, hiding from life,

      Loom like scrap metal scars and broken robots.

      Danger and death have become clandestine lovers

      Lurking stealthily in the shadows

      Waiting for the wrong people

      To scissor step their beleaguered bodies home.

      The horizon is only slightly visible now.

      The child on the midnight man’s back is softly sobbing.

      His tears are trying to build a better igloo for them to freeze in.

      The snowy woman caresses the child’s fevered forehead

      And presses her cold cracked lips to his burning cheek.

      And the kiss of spring in winter

      Is still falling through summer’s embrace.

      The wrong people never do the right things.

      They never escape the frosty side of living.

      They were cursed at birth to walk the earth

      Searching for dead glory in a nowhere place.

      The snowy woman knows this.

      The midnight man’s face shows this.

      The child’s eyes are dulled with fading hope.

      The kiss of spring in winter

      Has fallen through summer’s weakened embrace

      And the wrong people never even felt it’s touch.

      The Empty Women

      With all we love stripped from us,

      We are the empty women

      Still hanging onto the invisible past,

      As we glare through tears heavy

      With icicles into the jagged future

      Of our past mistakes repeated.

      Inside a gnawing nightmare,

      Reminiscent of a hungry rat

      Trying to digest the petrified bones

      Of yesterday’s silent kill, there is

      An all pervasive cacophonic symphony

      Blasting profanity into our fragile sanity.

      This is the moment that has somehow

      Turned into an eternity of prisms

      Spitting out prevaricated

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