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

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
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