Called into the room by an unknown voice that
creeps up the spine and settles in the ear,
a whisper gathering into a scream.
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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
Called into the room by an unknown voice that
creeps up the spine and settles in the ear,
a whisper gathering into a scream.
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Want more? Check out my Patreon!
-Alina