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