White Rabbit

Quick, we'll be late! Then again. she shan't notice. Her eyes are heavy, always. Induced by magic. They call it medicine. She would be angry though! Only on them days, when he's away. When we won't hear the groans moans, grunts. She remembers though. She's so sad now! She always was, it's him. She's submissive, timid, shy. Afraid. They'll take her away. We can't visit. We must rescue her! From her sleep? No. 'for what dreams may come when we shuffle of this mortal coil.' There is only one way. You find the bleach! It is effective in removing. Ridding us of the evidence. But not of the past, not of the blood. May she rest in peace.