Rabbit Hole
She gazed into the rabbit hole
And screamed as severed hands appeared,
They twitched and grabbed and pulled her down;
The hands were kinder than she’d feared,
And helped her trim her hair and beard.
For Deb’s Dream contest (inspired by the first picture)
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2013
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