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

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