Sun that bleeds down
and crests under the edge of the sky
round and blue the world is sick
human parasites. And I am
rambling, rambling to an
audience that is not there.
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
Sun that bleeds down
and crests under the edge of the sky
round and blue the world is sick
human parasites. And I am
rambling, rambling to an
audience that is not there.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina