Alina Happy Hansen

Writer in San Francisco, CA

  • black and white san francisco skyline with fog
    SF

    In May, the fog slips

    Into the city nestling

    Against glass and steel

    I am perched at the bar and

    Swim in music and murmurs

Heaven to Hell [poem #384]

A golden light, whisked and warped

holding babes in hands only to

throw them away into the dark abyss,

the land below swallows them whole,

spitting out bones.

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