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

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
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