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
- Persephone
She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees