
Barreling into the mind,
the words, the thoughts
worm their way into
my blood, my bones
feel it consume
igniting a fire within
that burns and burns.
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

Barreling into the mind,
the words, the thoughts
worm their way into
my blood, my bones
feel it consume
igniting a fire within
that burns and burns.
Thank you for reading my work!
-Alina