a brush of

hell, pain, suffering, gone mad the rabbit hole widens, becomes a jaw slamming shut. doors closed, red light and needing to pee and there are no toilets around, a traffic jam, with lines and lines of policemen. cookie cutter box does not quite piece out a triangle, the square unfit to join the rest of the ornaments, a tear in the bladder. meanwhile sanguine drivers coast along, drinking sips of coffee towards the rising sun which looks somewhat like an orange light up in the sky. bears no resemblance to tepid earth, shunning the blazing heat with pedestrians carrying silver umbrellas. cast of the mirage, back into the startled awaking rabbit, yawns wide. teeth jutting out, snapping and making a joke: you wanna carrot boy? orange tinge diffusing across azure blue, silver lining parts, stretches, dissolves while tendrils of nightmare gets released into puzzle pieces rejecting odd triangle not quite like the rest. where's the square, the loud rabbit shouts as the riddle becomes unsolvable with hell, pain and suffering causing quite the migraine. i must be quite mad, the innocent bunny said to his own reflection by the river even as the trees soaked up the heat. lap, lap, lap away placid drivers remain unperturbed as one startled car gears up! black smoke flies out, a car heads towards the nearest ER. no one quite gets it, not the nurses or attending doctors for a seemingly raving lunatic unable to contain his misery. too much, too much, he cried to no one - blank expressions like the traffic lights, uncaring. they sewed him up good, the odd one out gets thrashed, and mr. bunny here flings the jagged piece towards the sky. of course it comes down, down to silver umbrellas - piecing holes bystanders aghast finally because now this is news! nightmare linings hang on edges of clouds, hope was long gone - found it the rabbit cackled, rocked his paws to and fro while kicking square pieces that laid plainly in sight. the holes kept not the heat out, water cascaded down, soaked through the puzzle solved. but the rabbit has long gone missing, deep into burrows, holes larger than pin pricks made in the sky. slumbering soundly, don't wake me up, he mutters, all this needs to happen.