Hot heat rising,
sweat boiling, blood, flesh, bone
on pavement, wreckage
of twisted metal and plastic.
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
Hot heat rising,
sweat boiling, blood, flesh, bone
on pavement, wreckage
of twisted metal and plastic.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina