The sea opens up
swallowing, cerulean waves
crest and fold over
my head, pulling me under.
Thanks for reading!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
The sea opens up
swallowing, cerulean waves
crest and fold over
my head, pulling me under.
Thanks for reading!
-Alina