the hell
inside the heart
pressed up against
the glass
for all eyes to see
only darkness
Thank you for reading my writing! 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 hell
inside the heart
pressed up against
the glass
for all eyes to see
only darkness
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina