Trembling limbs,
fold and crease into
other bodies. Souls reaching
an attempt, futile,
only material minds kissing.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
Trembling limbs,
fold and crease into
other bodies. Souls reaching
an attempt, futile,
only material minds kissing.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina