Time, ticking out
faded against the fence
paint dripping, dry, cracked
then chipped. Fence worn away
dissolve. Dissolving into
an abyss, a darkness
a rebirth.
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
Time, ticking out
faded against the fence
paint dripping, dry, cracked
then chipped. Fence worn away
dissolve. Dissolving into
an abyss, a darkness
a rebirth.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina