
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

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 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