Who Are You?

[TranquillityBase]

It was dark inside the rabbit hole. 
People calling out above with questions,    maybe move "above" to make it second word in line
urging me to climb the crumbling wall.
They are multiplying like mosquitoes

pacing over window screens at night—
strange like clock alarms in sleep, becoming    an alarm would lead to waking, maybe some other type of interruption; "clocks ticking" (?)
detail for the story of the dream,
never sharp enough to pierce the bubble.

Faces try to catch me with their eyes;
gazes pulling, drawing up their baskets.
Who decides what happens next? The wall
slicks with rain, and nightfall's asking questions.   second instance of questions, maybe nightfall could respond in some other way

Quiet settles like a gentle smoke.             smoke would be choking, maybe "fog"
Maybe there's no bottom, only center?
Alice says the best way out is through—
take my hand and we'll fall down together.

Lizzie,

Please don't bin it, or at least reconsider.  There is much to like about this poem, most of it in fact.  As Mark said, it being an alternative Alice gets in the way.  Simply giving your protagonist a different name would do wonders.  That way, the Alice parallel would suggest itself to most readers and add to the experience, rather than make them compare it to Alice.

TqB