
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

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

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