There are too many dead folk here, I can’t breathe.
And the spaces between them hold me together
in the unknown dark space of the night.
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