words that rumble
and bumble
out of mouths
that twist into a center
a face
a spectacle
of horror.
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
words that rumble
and bumble
out of mouths
that twist into a center
a face
a spectacle
of horror.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina