The journey,
alive with blood.
My high, giving you
a rise, up into
glittering sickly skies.
A pathway towards
oblivion,
we already know
the consequences.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
The journey,
alive with blood.
My high, giving you
a rise, up into
glittering sickly skies.
A pathway towards
oblivion,
we already know
the consequences.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina