Hold my hand

That’s all I ask

While I flick through the channels in my head

And find the one with the

Purple butterflies

I like that one

It makes me happy

The trees grow tall

And the flowers spring up from the floor

And I follow the paths

To the rabbit hole

And follow the footsteps of

A girl who

Fell

Tumbled

Hurtling through the air

Too fast

Too soon

No

Too far

Change the channel

I don’t like this one

Give me back my rosy glasses

And the panthers I chase

Not these demons

They chase me when I sleep

Stand at my bedside

Mock me

Flick their green venom

Flick

Flick

Flick back to the jungle

Let me get lost in cellophane fields

And cotton candy skies

With flowers braided into my hair

Like an old story of freedom

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