
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

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

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