This poem (as mentioned above) is for The Thinky-Ink Scribers Club. The prompt is 'magical rabbit'. Hope you enjoy xx

Society is nothing but

a magic show.

The girl with the art

on her wrists

and the pain

in her eyes

is sawed in half by

the magician's vice,

yet it is only

her body which

remains intact.

The boy who has a wish

to be returned 

back to sender

promises the parlour

his very own trick.

He ascends;

levitates

above the ground;

whilst the noose hoisting him -

remains invisible

to the applauding crowd.

As for me,

I am the magician's

final act -

in an instant,

pulled out of his

signature hat.

Taken out of my

confinement

to see my first

kiss of light,

before being plunged

back in,

for my coat isn't

white.