The crack in the wall, it begins to tear
and crumbles over the years. Th pain fades
and chips off in large chunks, littering the floor.
Continual decay.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
The crack in the wall, it begins to tear
and crumbles over the years. Th pain fades
and chips off in large chunks, littering the floor.
Continual decay.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina