Alina Happy Hansen

Writer in San Francisco, CA

  • black and white san francisco skyline with fog
    SF

    In May, the fog slips

    Into the city nestling

    Against glass and steel

    I am perched at the bar and

    Swim in music and murmurs

Cold Coffin Holds (poem #365)

Cold coffin holds,

memories of

a life past lived now

wasting away. When

there is nothing

not even rotting wood

and bone, finally

forgotten by the

living only then

is death true.

 

@alinahappyhansenwriter

Pulling from my archives, here’s my poem “Cold Coffin Holds (poem 365)” originally published in February 2019. What do you think? Is it spooky enough? Like this video? Tell me why! Heart and share with a friend ❤ Find more of my poems on www.alinahappyhansenwriter.com 🤗 #poetrybyme #poetsoftiktok #poetryislife #poetryblogger #poetry #poetrytok2022

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