Hold
closed lips,
words creased
and eyes alive
ready to
burst with
life and sound,
pressed and
folded into
what went unsaid.
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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
Hold
closed lips,
words creased
and eyes alive
ready to
burst with
life and sound,
pressed and
folded into
what went unsaid.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
Want more? Check out my Patreon!
-Alina