Waiting, drifting. The sky
falls, pressed up close
against the earth. Wondering
if it tastes sweet or bitter.
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
Waiting, drifting. The sky
falls, pressed up close
against the earth. Wondering
if it tastes sweet or bitter.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina