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
- Persephone
She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees