How the sun moves,
across the golden expanse
dreams criss-cross and pull
the mind, overlap the skin,
teeth, jaw, skull.
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
How the sun moves,
across the golden expanse
dreams criss-cross and pull
the mind, overlap the skin,
teeth, jaw, skull.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina