Tag: original

words that rumble

and bumble

out of mouths

that twist into a center

a face

a spectacle

of horror.

Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future! 

-Alina

Snow drifts and moldy leaves,

mud frozen hard

there is nothing

but the rain to wash it all away

in the spring.

Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future! 

-Alina

So the words boil under my skin ’til they overflow

from my lips, my teeth slick from the blood and bones

and vowels that come alive under pressure

under the clacking of my teeth

words, words, words.

Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future! 

-Alina