What the world does to me,
how can I be anything other than what you see?
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
What the world does to me,
how can I be anything other than what you see?
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you return in the future!
-Alina