Words lift and mount
emotions, riding bucking
and fighting them
barely able to hold on
to the meaning behind
the sounds.
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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 lift and mount
emotions, riding bucking
and fighting them
barely able to hold on
to the meaning behind
the sounds.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe.
Want more? Check me out on Patreon!
-Alina