
Open doorways into
open mouths, words traveling
from and to like footsteps
in the dark.
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-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

Open doorways into
open mouths, words traveling
from and to like footsteps
in the dark.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! Please subscribe or follow to read more of my poems!
-Alina