
Wrap your arms around me,
wind and wind the thread
around your finger, tighter still
tighter now. I can hear the wind
raging outside, beating against
my window.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness

Wrap your arms around me,
wind and wind the thread
around your finger, tighter still
tighter now. I can hear the wind
raging outside, beating against
my window.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina