Rinds crusted, dried up
fruit shrunk and coarse
lips cracked, bleeding
lifeless eater hand outstretched
in the scorching desert heat.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Raven Wings
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