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
Writer in San Francisco, CA

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
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