
Words flaming out
of your lips
hold me down
hold me pressed against
the floor, littered
with broken glass
soaked in blood.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form

Words flaming out
of your lips
hold me down
hold me pressed against
the floor, littered
with broken glass
soaked in blood.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina