
Following the eyes
in the room to the
edge of the corner
to the corner of the carpet
traveling upwards onto the
skin of the talking body,
who is this?
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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

Following the eyes
in the room to the
edge of the corner
to the corner of the carpet
traveling upwards onto the
skin of the talking body,
who is this?
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina