The snow clings to the cement as it melts away
trickling down into the gutter. The gutter a new home
for all those melted snowflake bodies.
Thank you for reading my work! 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 snow clings to the cement as it melts away
trickling down into the gutter. The gutter a new home
for all those melted snowflake bodies.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future.
-Alina