Door is closed, table there
With a bottle sat upon it.
The label reads drink me.
What should I do?
I’m stuck.
Which path to take?
The door is locked up tight.
The rabbit far out of my reach.
Too big to fit, so small.
The door mocks me.
Helps me?
Tells me to drink.
Do I listen and drink?
It smells sweet and not like poison.
What harm could it be to?
It hits my lips.
Changing,
I start shrinking.
Will this end, was I wrong?
Stopping finally, I now fit.
I pull the handle, locked.
The door mocks me.
Need key.
On the table!
Frustration, didn’t know.
A box appears in front of me;
biscuits labelled eat me.
Do I dare to?
Door nods.
I take a bite.
I shoot up in the air,
my body expanding – small space.
Will this stop? What is this?
Did I choose wrong?
eat me?
Was that not right?
It stops, I look around.
The room so small, I fill it up.
This must be a nightmare?
Tears well, flowing.
Can’t stop.
They fill the room.
In desperate haste, drink,
I take another gulp, to shrink?
Without a pause I fall.
The drink works fast;
drowning
I kick for air.
The surface swells, I swim
to stop myself from near drowning.
A floating book, climb on,
as tide rushes.
Through door,
the madness starts!
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