The Rabbit Hole
By Amberly M. Oosthuizen
Jack told me to go down it,
I said no.
He dared me to go down it,
Yet I still said no.
It was getting cold,
My teeth started to chatter,
And he got tired of asking.
Jack pushed me,
Down the Rabbit Hole.
I screamed.
The wind went through my hair.
I expected to be pulled down.
But I floated...
© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2013
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