The memory remains

of seeing her descent

down the rabbit hole

Prayed that one day

I could see the soul

That once entranced me

Her thoughts

were knots

on a rope

containing

messages

no human

could ever

decipher

She was a skeleton

disjointed and stripped

of skin and marrow

She was a sage

whose mind

was corrupted

But even if she

walked through

the door I’d

leave open…

I’d still miss her