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maddie_hatter As lost as Alice, as mad as the hatter
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A piece dedicated to @lydiark , one of my most dedicated supporters, inspired by her โ€œScar near my spineโ€.
Allegory: open for various interpretations, beside the literary, autobiographical meaning it carries. Let me know yours down in the comments!
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ยฉ 2020 Grazia Testa All rights reserved.

Pen name: Alyssa Oโ€™Rowane
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๐ˆ ๐‘พ๐’‚๐’“๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’“

๐ˆ ๐‘พ๐’‚๐’“๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’“ ๐”ธ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐•, watch over me. For I have fought, and now Iโ€™m tired of making war.

๐ˆ ๐‘พ๐’‚๐’“๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’“ ๐”ธ๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐•, watch over me. For I have fought, and now Iโ€™m tired of making war. For I made love, but I have yet to find love.

๐ˆ ๐‘พ๐’‚๐’“๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’“ ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šœ ๐˜ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ.

๐ˆ๐ˆ ๐‘ฉ๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’๐’† ๐‘บ๐’„๐’‚๐’“๐’”

๐ˆ๐ˆ ๐‘ฉ๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’๐’† ๐‘บ๐’„๐’‚๐’“๐’” Battle scars โ€” and a ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ด casting its shadow over me.

๐ˆ๐ˆ ๐‘ฉ๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’๐’† ๐‘บ๐’„๐’‚๐’“๐’” Battle scars โ€” and a ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ด casting its shadow over me. Solitude is my fortitude.

๐ˆ๐ˆ ๐‘ฉ๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’๐’† ๐‘บ๐’„๐’‚๐’“๐’” Battle scars โ€” and a ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ด casting its shadow over me. Solitude is my fortitude. Another night of restless rest, your hands resting on my spine,

๐ˆ๐ˆ ๐‘ฉ๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’๐’† ๐‘บ๐’„๐’‚๐’“๐’” ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š› ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š–๐šข ๐•จ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ค ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š ๐š—.

๐ˆ๐ˆ๐ˆ ๐‘บ๐’‰๐’‚๐’…๐’๐’˜

๐ˆ๐ˆ๐ˆ ๐‘บ๐’‰๐’‚๐’…๐’๐’˜ It ๏ฝ’๏ฝ๏ฝ‰๏ฝŽ๏ฝ“; my soul drowned in the shadows of the night.

๐ˆ๐ˆ๐ˆ ๐‘บ๐’‰๐’‚๐’…๐’๐’˜ It ๏ฝ’๏ฝ๏ฝ‰๏ฝŽ๏ฝ“; my soul drowned in the shadows of the night. Thunder; my heartbeat was unsteady in my chest.

๐ˆ๐ˆ๐ˆ ๐‘บ๐’‰๐’‚๐’…๐’๐’˜ Heart slamming against my ribcage, dancing to the rhytm of the โ€˜tip tapโ€™ on the window, โ€˜tick tockโ€™ of the clock.

๐ˆ๐ˆ๐ˆ ๐‘บ๐’‰๐’‚๐’…๐’๐’˜ ๐•‹๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ค: ๐•ž๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•ช ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•–-๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•™๐••๐•’๐•ช ๐•”๐•™๐•š๐•๐••, โ„๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•˜๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ: ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•๐• ๐•จ ๐••๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•’ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐•ฃ๐• ๐• ๐•ž ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•ฆ๐•๐•—๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐••๐•’๐•ฃ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค.

๐ˆ๐• ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’„

๐ˆ๐• ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’„ A queer kind of magic

๐ˆ๐• ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’„ A queer kind of magic ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ข ๐š›๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐š‹๐š˜๐š .

๐• ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“๐’†๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’ ๐‘ป๐’๐’๐’ˆ๐’–๐’†๐’”

๐• ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“๐’†๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’ ๐‘ป๐’๐’๐’ˆ๐’–๐’†๐’” The ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด around my porcelain heart overthrow both of us,

๐• ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“๐’†๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’ ๐‘ป๐’๐’๐’ˆ๐’–๐’†๐’” The ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด around my porcelain heart overthrow both of us, standing still, tall and proud,

๐• ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“๐’†๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’ ๐‘ป๐’๐’๐’ˆ๐’–๐’†๐’” despite your attempts at breaching the walls at my defence by walking through the main entrance doors.

๐• ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“๐’†๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’ ๐‘ป๐’๐’๐’ˆ๐’–๐’†๐’” And I speak in tongues, and I speak foreign tongues, but what use do I make of them,

๐• ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“๐’†๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’ ๐‘ป๐’๐’๐’ˆ๐’–๐’†๐’” And I speak in tongues, and I speak foreign tongues, but what use do I make of them, if Iโ€™m nevertheless speaking only words foreign in meaning?

๐• ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“๐’†๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’ ๐‘ป๐’๐’๐’ˆ๐’–๐’†๐’” ๐™ฐ๐š– ๐™ธ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›, ๐š๐š›๐šž๐š•๐šข ๐•ž๐•–๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜?

๐•๐ˆ ๐‘จ๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’

๐•๐ˆ ๐‘จ๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’ Angel, hold on to me,

๐•๐ˆ ๐‘จ๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’ Angel, hold on to me, Though youโ€™ve gifted me ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“ˆ and Iโ€™ve left you with ๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“ˆ

๐•๐ˆ ๐‘จ๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’ Angel, hold on to me, Though youโ€™ve gifted me ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“ˆ and Iโ€™ve left you with ๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“ˆโ€“ wounds as deep as the ones I bear.

๐•๐ˆ ๐‘จ๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’ โ„‚๐•๐•–๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•– ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•ค๐• ๐•ฆ๐•, ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•œ๐•– ๐•ž๐•– ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ. ๐•ƒ๐•–๐•’๐•• ๐•ž๐•– ๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ช, ๐•—๐•ฃ๐•–๐•– ๐•ž๐•– ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•€ ๐•™๐• ๐•๐••.

๐•๐ˆ๐ˆ ๐‘จ๐’‡๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’˜

๐•๐ˆ๐ˆ ๐‘จ๐’‡๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’˜ The dawn of a new day: a promise that this, too, shall pass.

๐•๐ˆ๐ˆ ๐‘จ๐’‡๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’˜ The dawn of a new day: a promise that this, too, shall pass. And, at dusk, when thereโ€™s no hope to behold, Iโ€™ll hold on to you too.

๐•๐ˆ๐ˆ ๐‘จ๐’‡๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’˜ Iโ€™m still waiting for my afterglow,

๐•๐ˆ๐ˆ ๐‘จ๐’‡๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’˜ Iโ€™m still waiting for my afterglow, but thereโ€™s no ๏ฝ”๏ฝ’๏ฝ‰๏ฝ‡๏ฝ‡๏ฝ…๏ฝ’ ๏ฝ—๏ฝ๏ฝ’๏ฝŽ๏ฝ‰๏ฝŽ๏ฝ‡ in life.

๐•๐ˆ๐ˆ ๐‘จ๐’‡๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’˜ This is no fairytale and fight I must still, for a happy ending that I know already doomed as happy forevermore never to be.

๐•๐ˆ๐ˆ ๐‘จ๐’‡๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต, ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต, ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐šŠ๐š›๐š–๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ.

Thanks so much for reading! Remember to tune in on Instagram for the approaching poll of Tuesday at 6 PM (UK time) about the upcoming series I will be writing about here on Commaful!

ยฉ 2020 Grazia Testa All rights reserved. Pen name: Alyssa Oโ€™Rowane Commaful: maddie_hatter Wattpad: MaddieHatter Instagram: alyssa_orowane

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