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
- 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