Bloodied fingers, set small skins apart the bones that crunch in the jaws of the dog. I am the birds feathers, strewn across the grass. Droplets of sweat, saliva, and blood permeate the air. Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! If you would like to be…
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Pumped Up [Poem #178]
“Skin that pulls at the bones muscle underneath ripples with power, a pill here…”
Back Cracking, Bones Disjointed [poem #174]
Back cracking, bones disjointed. Blood blossoming in the heart. Dreams telling futures coming and I am here waiting for you. Thank you for reading my work! -Alina
Sounds They Echo [poem #143]
“Sounds they echo through the walls into a corridor…”
Vacant Space [poem #136]
Where do these minds go? In the distance, among the dead and the cold hearts of many. You can find me there, in a vacant space unoccupied and quiet thinking and talking to myself. Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina