Ceramic words, chiseled clean
cut off and chipping, filling the
mouth with unpleasantries.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Ceramic words, chiseled clean
cut off and chipping, filling the
mouth with unpleasantries.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina