Snow piled up against the door
melting closest to the heat.
Sticking, icy, and cold
against the skin
turning blue.
Thank you for reading my work, 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
Snow piled up against the door
melting closest to the heat.
Sticking, icy, and cold
against the skin
turning blue.
Thank you for reading my work, I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina