Alice remembered
when reason
wouldn’t stop her
from escaping
into the cold black night.
Far from
should have
and know better
because those pricks
still loved to spoil her fun.
They often trailed behind
hissing
there would be hell to pay
for this, that and the
other.
Prompting her to
run even farther
and resolve
that this time
she’d make it
to someplace better.
© Connie DeDona 11-7-14
