
Beating through the world.
An eye that opens to see
there is a body folded and
put away. A heart that
no longer beats.
Thank you for reading my work!
-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

Beating through the world.
An eye that opens to see
there is a body folded and
put away. A heart that
no longer beats.
Thank you for reading my work!
-Alina