Burrowing into lies,
lives lifted look up
into a sky laced with
advertisements. a comfort
a home, made of jingles
and useless nothings.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Persephone
She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees