Tea swimming
through cracked lips,
a scowl. The smell of
sage mixed with burning
dust, her clothes creased
and decades old. Another sip
and groan, eyes trained
to look for the worst.
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
Tea swimming
through cracked lips,
a scowl. The smell of
sage mixed with burning
dust, her clothes creased
and decades old. Another sip
and groan, eyes trained
to look for the worst.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina