The jabberwocky knew
of a time
when the pitter patter of rain drops
on the roof
outside the window
wouldn’t stop her
from escaping
into the cold black night
far away from
should have
and know better
because those pricks
still loved to spoil her fun.
Often lurking in the shadows
long enough
for her conscience, a chronic foot-dragger
to catch up
to remind her there would be hell to pay
for this, that and the other
tally the sweeping I told you-so’s
prompting her to
run even farther and
wonder if this was the time
she’d dream up someplace better.
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