
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

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

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