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

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
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