Her name is Alice.
The other is Lydia.
Twins of dark hair and blue eyes,
Perfect little dolls,
Perfect little hearts.
Her name is Alice.
That’s what she told the man.
He gripped her hair in his big fist,
Ripping the roots and scalp of the girl,
Breaking the doll as they tore Lydia apart.
Her name is Alice.
That’s what she told the rabbit.
She held the knife to his foot,
Making him tremble in fear.
She’d keep the control in her own hands.
Her name is Alice.
That’s what she told the Queen.
The girl won’t show her heart to her,
She made that mistake once before.
“Never Again,” now circles her wrists in red ribbon bands.
Her name is Alice.
That’s what she screamed to the Jabberwocky.
Pinned beneath his claws as Bandersnatch roared,
She swallowed the pill to shrink down, down, down.
Anything, as long as she escaped that pain.
Her name is Alice.
It’s the only thing that she’ll say.
Even when prodded for more,
Children aren’t supposed to talk to strangers.
It’s all that’s left in her brain.
“My name is Alice,”
She whispers to the looking glass.
The woman smiles, razor teeth and acid green eyes.
“Come with me,” she beckons, “And time will stand still.”
“No one will hurt you again.”
Her name is Alice,
The one who went away.
Broken by those men, pretty dress ripped.
Blood running from fingers, hands, wrists, face, neck, belly, legs, ankles, feet.
Of the dolls, only Lydia remains.
Her name is Alice,
The girl who keeps Lydia company.
The woman watches them both as they play.
Eyes acid green, hair brittle gold,
Teeth razor sharp and lips red blood stained.
Her name was Alice.
The other was Lydia.
Twins of dark hair and blue eyes.
Perfect, dark little dolls, perfect, broken little hearts.
Virtue dashed, bodies broken, they are both mine now.
My name is Lillith.
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