Destruction, a pale glass
shards spread far apart, hiding
within every available crevice,
the moment, a shattering
a sound echoing through
space and time and in that moment
all listen to the destruction.
-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