
The words climb up into
the mouth and spill out
between the lips. I see myself
reflected in the sounds they make
rubbing against your face.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees

The words climb up into
the mouth and spill out
between the lips. I see myself
reflected in the sounds they make
rubbing against your face.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina