Tissue-paper skin – translucent –
with long, black robes –
and one outstretched finger.
She whispered in my ear –
fairytale words – she smelled –
of the dirt and decay of death.
At first nothing – and then –
a tingling of sorts – vibrations –
her words ringed in my head.
And down I fell – rapidly –
down the rabbit hole –
into blackness and silence.