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.
Enjoyed this poem? Hit the LIKE button or leave a comment below!
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