On the edge, a line drawn in doom. Death of the
heart. Holding onto the mind, lies
circle, spinning, and revolve in a dream gyre.
Waking, lies become reality.
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Crossroads
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