
Papers litter the floor
shelves of sheets gathered
stapled, clipped, stacked
folded and kept in a
disorganized order. Words
within pages, dripping off
the shelves onto the floor.
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

Papers litter the floor
shelves of sheets gathered
stapled, clipped, stacked
folded and kept in a
disorganized order. Words
within pages, dripping off
the shelves onto the floor.
Thank you for reading my work!
-Alina