Sun trickles through the blinds
leaving hot stripes across
the carpet floor. Wandering
my feet find warmth in the
patterns of sunlight on the floor.
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
Sun trickles through the blinds
leaving hot stripes across
the carpet floor. Wandering
my feet find warmth in the
patterns of sunlight on the floor.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina