thumping erratically, bloodied, beating against her chest-

while she sealed the rest of him within her breath

-his heart was her wonderland; blue as her frayed outfit, threadbare like the sole dungarees hugging her torso right now
and she was willfully getting lost, no need for an escape.

As she burrowed deeper and deeper into the rabbit-hole of his designs in the retelling of this odd tale, in the reimagining of this störy the rabbit was as lost as the girl in a blue dress.

She plunged ahead farther into the reckless acceptance; where she was going, everyone was as sane as the hatter.