Writer in San Francisco, CA
Keep me locked up
I’m going to break free
someday, when the sun
burns up into a big
black hole swallowing
the world whole, someday
when hell is here,
someday like
today.
If you’re reading this Thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
The Roommate
by
Alina Happy Hansen
The snake slithers across the floor, touching no one. Hidden under the floorboards, it is a silent occupant in this house. I have only seen it a couple times but each time was a vivid and odd experience. The first time, I was in the kitchen sipping my morning coffee and he slithered in from the living room glanced at me with disdain and slithered out. The second time, I was sitting on the toilet, part of my morning routine before leaving for work, I heard him before I saw him, hissing and sliding across the floor. The door was open a crack and I saw as it was gently pushed open, his small face poked in to look at me in disgust then disappeared. I don’t mind this guy, we don’t have mice anymore but I’m starting to wonder how a snake got in the house in the first place.
If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Echo back into the blue
the words that mean nothing.
Clouds cover a space above land
that drifts away. Mountains
to keep in people, to keep
people out. How do I look
against the blue?
If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
What are we to do
when the room goes dark?
When blood runs?
When hate reigns?
What are we to do
as the light fades?
Drums of war
beating in the distance
getting louder.
We die like our fathers-fathers,
we die in the mud like
all that have come before us.
We die due
to ignorance,
intolerance
and hatred.
If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
