The following is a reply to a photo prompt from ermilia.
Hey Alice, Grace told me to ask you,
Nice palace, space holds a mask too.
Hiding you inside, lost in the room.
Sliding through in stride, crossed in the womb.
Did you know that one was never enough?
Kid aglow, undone however still tough.
Was it as good as the other kids promised?
If you still could, take a brother the calmest
Version of you we can scrape from the drain.
Urgent and true, no escaping more pain.
The final solution, subtly put,
A spinal transfusion, suddenly soot.
Find the role, no habit in sight,
Mind the hole, that rabbit is white.