Abby the Stabby - 6

The tears are all dry, and the waves are all gone

While Abigail wanders round, hither and yon, 

Looking for clues or perhaps a back door;

"I'm sure I don't like being here anymore.

It's all jumbled up and it doesn't make sense

It's noisy and loud, and the fear is intense

I'm so bloody tired, and lost and confused,

Sick to high heaven of being abused

A rabbit keeps yelling 'we're going to be late'

But I don't recall having pre-saved the date, 

Or being invited somewhere, for that matter"

( --Though that's a risk too -- just ask the Mad Hatter);

"I know it's my dream, so you'd think I could deal

But sometimes it's tough to discern what's for real

I wish this whole thing would slow down just a lil

Just a quick moment, so my thoughts can still..."

"No time," cries the rabbit, "Oh Heav'n above--

I've forgotten my fan, and a single white glove!

I can't see the Duchess without proper dress,

She'll have me beheaded! What a fine mess!"

"Beheaded!" she stammers, "That seems a bit much

But if you're that worried, I'll help you, and such,

Bearing in mind that I'm tired and broken,

Angry and sad, with scars yet unspoken;

There's too much free space, but inside it's too small,

There's nowhere for me to fit here -- not at all --

One second soaked, and the next one bone dry

Falling, then swimming, then lost here -- and why?

I want to go home - but don't know where home is

(Not with that monster, and that bitch of his),

'Staying asleep is the best thing to do',

She thinks to herself for a moment (plus two);

'This dream is just that: a bit weird, but safe

(Though being tossed about is starting to chafe);

If this misadventure won't cause any harm,

And keeps me away from a drunk's horny smarm

So be it, I guess -- but let me be clear:

Nobody loses their head around here.

This is MY dream, all within my control;

My storm of teardrops, my rabbit hole!

I say who stays, and who's left behind --

As screwed as it is, it's still my own mind,

I'm free to reshape it as I deem required,

Emerging unscathed when the dream has expired.

(At least, that's the theory, if Abby stays calm --

She's never been one to go off like a bomb --

But she's spent too long as a pawn in a game;

"No more," Abby says as her nostrils inflame...

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