Alyssa Loxart

It was like a dream Mushrooms swirled in swaying blades of grass and the tree above me is larger than ever I can hardly see the sky but I hear the things that call to me the melodies of distant dreams If only I could cross the threshold If only I could find the ringing which the white rabbit holds in his hands as he taunts me wondering if I am brave yet

Are you her He asks

I am me I respond The mushrooms grow around me They touch the tree tops I am here The ground shakes protests and even the earth can tell when I ve been away from myself for too long

Where He presses

Down the rabbit hole? ↓

The ground swallows me and wraps around me not giving me a choice It was time and

time

flew

past

as I fell

My dreams tug at my hair and I grasp at nothing and suddenly it is color and awe and how did I land safely

The bells ring loudly As if I had never been small As if nature itself was urging me awake

Are you brave yet?

PICK YOUR POISON

Books:

KING OF POMEGRANATES

THE WILDFLOWER GIRLS***

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ALYSSA LOXART

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