
Books stacked high,
I’m thinking about
how I reuse words like
excuses. The sound ringing
in my ears, the familiarity of it all
as another one leaves my mouth.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees

Books stacked high,
I’m thinking about
how I reuse words like
excuses. The sound ringing
in my ears, the familiarity of it all
as another one leaves my mouth.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina