Alice In Shadowland

A silver clock with shattered hands,

It spurts black ichor on writhing sands,

A rabbit cloaked in funeral black,

Croons, ‘Child, your flesh begins to crack.’

Her dress is ripped, her stockings soaked in red,

She chases voices pounding in her head,

Each moan a wet slap, each cry a guttural tear,

A thousand fangs gnash behind her eyes, drawing near.

The garden stinks of sugared, festering rot,

Where flowers shriek of memories long forgot,

Their petals slough like flayed and peeling skin,

They beg Alice to plunge her arms deep within.

She laps the stem, her tongue splits on the thorn,

Blood floods her mouth, hot, metallic, torn,

The roses pulse with veins of searing fire,

Crowning her brow in thorns that pierce and inspire

A sick, throbbing lust, her cunt clenching in pain,

As petals brush her thighs like lovers’ chains.

The Cheshire Cat with a jagged, lantern grin

Bursts from her quivering flesh, burrowing in,

Its fur sewn with ribs, thread of sinew and bone,

Its purr a rasp of knives on stone, a funeral drone.

It circles tight, its claws rake her cheek to bone,

Slicing furrows that weep and foam,

It hums of rapes raw, obscene, and vile,

Whispers in her ear slick with gore, ‘The darker defile.’

The Caterpillar sucks her gasping breath,

A writhing coil of cocks, courting death,

Its segments thrust in phallic, veined display,

It hisses as her mind fractures, sanity frays.

‘Suck the hookah, swallow the burning cum,

Forget your holes, let madness numb,

Wonderland’s forged from screams and lies,

Truth etched in gashes ‘twixt your thighs.’

She inhales deep, flames lick her lungs raw,

Her nipples harden, pierced by claws,

The smoke invades, a psychic thrust so deep,

Her pussy drips with tension, secrets she can’t keep.

The Queen of Hearts drapes flesh as silken veil,

Her lips smeared red with blood, cum, and milk pale,

She strokes her blade with fingers slick and wet,

Commands young Alice kneel, her throat to fret.

‘Kneel, my slut, taste the steel’s cold kiss,

Bleed for me, feel the blade’s abyss,

The crown is hewn from ribs that snap and scream,

A throne that fucks the child’s shattered dream.’

Alice bows low, her back flayed open wide,

Spine exposed like strings of a harp inside,

Unseen hands pluck, each note a violent strum,

Conducting orgies in the shadowlands’ hum.

Fingers probe her wounds, slick with her own slick,

Thrusting deep as the pain makes her kick,

Blood and juices mix in a gory flood,

Her moans echo, a symphony of crud.

The Mad Hatter guzzles from cracked skulls’ bowls,

His tea steeped in saints’ screams and gulls’ howls,

He forces it down her gagging, naked throat,

Till madness bloats her belly, horrors afloat.

‘Tick tock, bitch, the hour’s ripe for sin,

Your sanity will fuck the beast within,

Monsters rut in your chest’s dark nest,

So let’s slice and carve, put lust to the test.’

He pins her down, his cock a jagged shard,

Ramming her ass as she screams, off-guard,

The tea burns inside, a psychic fire’s rape,

Her body convulses in surreal escape.

She spreads her limbs, her mind splits wide,

The world a maw of teeth, nowhere to hide,

Her heartbeat pounds a feral, primal groan,

A rhythm etched in gore, her flesh overthrown.

The cards whirl in razor-edged ballet,

Slicing her skin in crimson sprays,

Diamonds ooze pus, spades spear her cunt,

Hearts flayed open, clubs crush her blunt.

Each cut a kiss, a touch of icy burn,

Blood sprays in arcs, her vision blurs and turns,

She writhes in ecstasy’s psychotic thrall,

Tension coils like serpents in her balls—wait, no, her core.

The White Knight arrives with a face cracked and split,

Sword splintered, grace a lie, bit by bit,

He mounts her shadow, thrusts cold and astray,

Fucks her reason raw, till it frays away.

His blade-hand gropes, fingers worm inside,

Stretching her holes with unnatural stride,

Sounds of squelch and rip fill the air thick,

Her screams twist to moans, the surreal click.

The Rabbit cackles, his watch shrieks in pain,

Ticking shatters her fevered, fractured brain,

In the mirror, she spies her true, monstrous form—

A beast born of lust, in gore’s warm storm.

Her eyes glow coals, her mouth a gaping slit,

Body chained in ropes of cum and spit,

Hands twist to claws, tongue forks to blades keen,

She devours young lives in dreams obscene.

‘Oh Alice, whore, the path’s your bloody birth,

Madness pulses in your veins’ dark girth,

You tumbled through skies painted in lies,

But Wonderland’s etched in your feral eyes.’

She gnaws her lip till arteries burst free,

Rakes claws through flesh, surreal ecstasy,

Her laughter cracks like bones in heated fight,

She bellows into the eternal, starless night.

And Wonderland, profane and vile, obscene,

Surges hot through her wounds, a fevered dream,

She reigns as Queen, as Whore, as Feral Child,

The doll dissected, wild and reviled.

So when the garden pulses with sickly glow,

And Rabbit’s whisper claws from below,

Heed this: Alice spilled her guts and bled,

Claimed her throne amid the piles of dead.