Books stacked high, the world
that burns like forever eyes
in the broken light of the summer sun.
Where are the words in my mouth?
They left my lips but I don’t know
where they went.
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