Hot earl grey tea in
the morning a quiet cry
lingers in the blood
the people in a panic
“Leaders” calling themselves kings
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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