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
- Crossroads
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