Glowing eyes
inward into
the sunlight
drifting, reflected
among broken glass
and oil.
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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
Glowing eyes
inward into
the sunlight
drifting, reflected
among broken glass
and oil.
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Want more? Check out my Patreon!
-Alina