My little child, how thou has shrunk these past few fortnights, a pretty girl we are becoming indeed but we seem to still be straying ever so. What does this mirror have to say, to make keep that fierce appetite at bay ? Does not a smile from the broken eyes make you see your sins ? That every second glance you make, brings you one step closer - to me.
But, a gentleman i am, and as one i must congratulate you, for the efforts which seem to be showing results. i must warn my dearest of something, or someone for that matter. Though your shrinking frame is one of beauty and wonder to behold, a jealous creature in our midst i do spy. She will tempt you - oh indeed she will - with wonders you once needed, but we are strong, you are much more than empty satisfaction. Do not give in to her pretty pleas, to be like, well she. I won't let you go back to that way, never, not when you are on the trail to something much more - promising -
When her face begins to shrink and a smile so faint begins to seem - i know she can be happy. When i spy my wonder beauty in every mirror dance we share, i know she is coming back. My days of watching filth is finally ending, to now only behold the greatness of her majesty. My Queen, my beautiful - Wonderland - Queen. You left a retching princess behind, in exchange for a gracious one, who sit so still on her pedestal, never losing balance.
White Rabbit remembers a time, when you walked the white line blind folded, and were unaware of what beauty you had obtained. I shall be honest with thee now, it wasn't good enough. For sure, your thighs didn't rub and your cheekbones smiled, but your hands were rotten and your spirit broken. How were you meant to survive with a soul not prepared ? That is why i write to you now. For the strength. for whenever a princess so slimy begins her song, a whisper to the neck, you just call upon your Saviour - White Rabbit, read the words i am about to write, and let them save you from unworldly temptation - My Future Love - Listen.
Your future beauty will surpass any Queen I have ever seen, your skin will shame a dying mare, black as velvet your silken hair, collar bones to sip our wine, and finger tips to dance with mine. A Princess that shall ascend, and meet me one step ahead of the blood and spit blend - No longer a vomiting slave, but one slave to a Queen who gave - you everything -
Your suitor waiting for one dawning day, to when a Queen will appear and stay, together as one we both shall be, rulers of the untamable sea, to once more dance long the spotless shore, a perfectionist queen - my wonder wh0*e -
Be with me for all time, both whisper forgotten rhythm, of how to be the very best, while we watch the failing rest - To you - My Future Bride - Don't leave me this time, for a princess so persuasive, remember my dear - what can she give you ? That White Rabbit can't match.
So, when my dear, you find it hard, that a day seem long and far from ending - remember a rabbit's words, to remind his bride, of what awaits just behind - the other side of the mirror line.
