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
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Crossroads
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