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Alice and Cherry

"Shhh she'll hear us"
"She's a sleep don't be delirious"

These are the sounds young Alice hears
Its these voices she fears

Pulling up her satin covers
Hoping they're gentle lovers

"Has she gone mad yet?"
" Shh..we need her to repay a debt"

"Well at least part of her"
The voices giggle a little louder

Her mother and father told her
"Its just a nightmare dear girl"

It didn't seem to be a nightmare
To little Alice it seemed a horrific dare

Hide and hope they leave
Or prepare for them to attack and heave

"Dead, dead"
"We need her head"

Then Alice's eyes grow bigger
Her life will soonly leave her

Frozen with fear
She pulls her white rabbit oh so near

"You got the knife?"
"Sharp and ready to take life!"

Knife?
Take my life?

Why me she wonders
Why my head she ponders

"Get her get her now!"
"But how?"

"Take the knife cut her deep
It won't hurt her she's asleep"

Alice grips her throat
I won't let my life come to a hault

I've got it
I'll act like I've lost it

Psyche the psychos right?
They'll never even think to put up a fight

To bad Alice was wrong
She had waited 15 seconds too long

She's lost her head
When they sliced it off and it rolled under her bed

Yet even with Alice without her head
She rose undead

"BRING HER HEAD BACK TO ME
I'll stitch it back on you see"

I may not be Alice nor the voices
But I am the one who makes the choices

A hatter I am not
And the rabbit is all but forgot

I'm Alice's sister
The girl who mysteriously layed in the bed next to her

"Cherry is the name
Corpse stitching is the game"

I say raising my scissors
Wonder how quick I can cut up these invaders

"You have to the count of 3
To give her head back to me"

"1....

2....

3..."

And there goes their heads
Oh no now there's blood on our beds

So I'll quickly fix my dearest sister
And make sure no one else comes to kill her

A little stitch here
A little snip there

Now my sister Alice is back
With only some blood to lack

She's alive again and I'm most proud of that

This will make up for the practices at which I lack

I've saved my Alice from death at last
But how do I explain the thread in her neck that wasn't there in the past?

"I was practicing mommy
I wanna be a mortician remember mommy?"

"Cherry Darling I heard some loud noises"

Uh oh she's coming
"Alice quick lay back down mom is coming.."

Alice and Cherry snug back in their beds
They even cover they're heads

"Is Alice okay?
Oh..well they're asleep anyway"
Written by Loveless_Lifeless (Jasmine)
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