Gateway Drug TheoryBetween dreams of curious reaction,
I follow this addiction to your deleterious delight.
Hallucinated whispers of Cheshire smiles formed under starry skies,
propel me to leap from cardhouse rooftops, catching sunrises
between gnashed teeth with lips forced into a bow.
In the impulsive waking hours,
I crave you between fingertips and lips,
welcoming the ribbons of soothing lies
puffed by caterpillar, and await metamorphosis
from something more than fantasy.
But in the six o'clock hour of murdered time,
a wonderland between sheets is riddled.
[Un]enjoyed tea for fanfare too late,
I collapsed along with the rabbit hole.
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