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

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
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