Words overflowing
into cups, minds holding
in each sentence. A weight
that can’t be lifted, settling
and cementing in the brain.
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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
Words overflowing
into cups, minds holding
in each sentence. A weight
that can’t be lifted, settling
and cementing in the brain.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina