Alice Knows Like 2 Twitter Aakriti Kuntal Follow Nov. 29, 2016, 10:57 p.m. in Creative Views: 814 Like us on facebook Bones lather in my cone shell, disembodied, furloughed Chants of an unhinged nail I remember the chimney blowing up in my nose A smell I began to carry Cold fish, stones, earth and salted rocks A churning in my pits, wrists fraying, voices slivering I own a frozen larynx Where Alice comes and dresses her dolls Makes cotton beds and lends voices to tiny women and men some scurrying around, wraps and drapes, feathers and curtains She sells me a dream every time I shut my eyes Blink, blink, knights and queens She kneads her hair, spectacles on and wanders into the ambiguous squares I say 'shh' and she says 'hmm' I say 'shh' and she says 'hmm' And we try to choke each other, vascular drain and coronary thrombosis I say ' Alice, I tried ( I tried ) You run now, you Run and hide ' Published by Aakriti Kuntal Share Mail Messenger Twitter Pinterest Linkedin Comments Ishu Sharma reply / view replies (0) Dec. 1, 2016, 9:06 a.m. Your words are so resonating, directly touching my soul!!! Your comment was successful. Full Name* Message* Aman Sharma reply / view replies (0) Nov. 30, 2016, 7:54 a.m. This is one of the best things i have ever read , so intricate and amazing hats off to you aakriti kuntal , may god bless you cheers. Your comment was successful. Full Name* Message* Load More Related Article Creative Porcelain Tales: The Feral Child Creative Characters (part of my plotting workshop assignments) Creative What is the point of my story?