Alice knew
where
all the bodies were buried.
Their secrets lay smoldering
inside the top of a rusty old wheelbarrow
the receipts
the utility bills with the blacked out digits
the old headlines, family portraits
the sooty fingerprints
carefully smudged.
She exhaled wrapping her arms tightly
around her
for the moment they were safe
but what should she do about the jabberwocky?
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