bloodied heart
pulverized, dreams lie
pulsating in the words
of the dead
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
bloodied heart
pulverized, dreams lie
pulsating in the words
of the dead
Thank you for reading!
-Alina