Alina Happy Hansen

Writer in San Francisco, CA

  • black bird in close up photography
    Raven Wings

    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

Free Hand #118 (Frostbite)

Words drip like ice

and fall onto your skin

so cold, it burns until

blue skin, blue limbs

begin to rot off.

 

Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future! 

-Alina

2 responses to “Free Hand #118 (Frostbite)”

  1. WeirdmaskmanNG Avatar
    WeirdmaskmanNG

    The summary of how blood supply is compromised to a part of the body when exposed to too much cold… The bite of cold cold nature…
    Nice one

    1. alinahappyhansenwriter Avatar
      alinahappyhansenwriter

      Thank you!