The world devours you
gnawing on your bones
your mind, your flesh.
Till you are nothing but
bones and dust.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA
The world devours you
gnawing on your bones
your mind, your flesh.
Till you are nothing but
bones and dust.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Cold air
brushes through
your hair. A scent
lifted into the air
as the wind
gathers your
thoughts
and whisks
them away.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Sun belly down
against the Earth,
the moon peaks
out from grey clouds
there is no sky
only space between
us.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Voices
translated against
the body
you seek the night
hearing
the world spin
the in growing darkness
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Waiting, drifting. The sky
falls, pressed up close
against the earth. Wondering
if it tastes sweet or bitter.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina