POETRY
Vanishing Down the Rabbit Hole
Poetry prompt about identity

Vanishing down a rabbit hole certainly, no way to maintain control, no panorama but a limited view, destroying old bridges from me to you.
On the bottom, I may as well be dead, identities flash around my head. Waiting for the Duchess to make a sign, decapitation would feel just fine.
Am I Alice or just a Snark? Without definitions, all lies dark. Upon this mushroom, I’ll sit and wait, until some new name designs my fate.
Thanks for reading. Here is the prompt in case you are interested in joining.
Write a poem, or any other kind of writing, using the word identity; it doesn’t have to contain exactly that word: your piece might use the concepts or attributes of the word. Tag me in it (J.D. Harms). You can either send it to this publication or make it a stand-alone piece. If you would not like to send it to us, make sure to leave a comment below with a link to the story.
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