
Boxes opened, shut
inside unknown mysteries
screeching and calling,
to open it, release the cries
a desire, a longing
to see what will happen.
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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

Boxes opened, shut
inside unknown mysteries
screeching and calling,
to open it, release the cries
a desire, a longing
to see what will happen.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina