
Cold bites and nibbles on exposed flesh,
gnawed blue, chilled and shaking
skin clings tighter to the muscles, the bones
as a soft white down of snow begins to fall.
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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

Cold bites and nibbles on exposed flesh,
gnawed blue, chilled and shaking
skin clings tighter to the muscles, the bones
as a soft white down of snow begins to fall.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more!
-Alina