The body
soul
entrance
to an exit
the words
that
plague
the mind
the images
that dance
before
the
eyes.
Thank you for reading my writing! 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 body
soul
entrance
to an exit
the words
that
plague
the mind
the images
that dance
before
the
eyes.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina