a poem as a place
that I can situate myself in
somewhere between abstraction
and soul, where thoughts and
meanings are created and misused
over and over again.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will 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
a poem as a place
that I can situate myself in
somewhere between abstraction
and soul, where thoughts and
meanings are created and misused
over and over again.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina