Glass bowl, cracked
filled with false fruit
ornate and clear but
dusty.
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
Glass bowl, cracked
filled with false fruit
ornate and clear but
dusty.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina