Alice fell into the hole,
Tunnel hot as fire's coal,
Burnt her skin to cinder red,
Made her wish that she was dead.
Woke up on the other side,
Felt the rabbit white had lied,
He'd gone through yet not a scratch,
Yet Alice was no more a catch.
Her once blonde hair? A patch of burns.
The scars, tattoos - a stomach churns.
Her pinafore was burnt away,
Her socks? Not seen another day.
Her rosy cheeks, a ruddy red,
Her blue eyes now were black instead,
To survive: her only goal,
She wished she'd left the rabbit hole.
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