Amped up with nowhere to go,
let’s bounce this energy off the walls,
rhythmic beats and whispered screams
I can’t take this prison anymore.
-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
Amped up with nowhere to go,
let’s bounce this energy off the walls,
rhythmic beats and whispered screams
I can’t take this prison anymore.
-Alina