Movement ceases, air stills
a sinking feeling molds
and takes hold of the listener
a creak, a whisper.
Something is coming.
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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
Movement ceases, air stills
a sinking feeling molds
and takes hold of the listener
a creak, a whisper.
Something is coming.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe!
Want more? Check out my Patreon page!
-Alina