Free Hand #35

I’m feeling experimental today. Here’s some gibberish.

 


Blood begins to stain, colors seeping

into skin, from the pain. And I kiss

the midnight hour, in hopes the sun

won’t ever rise. Where is the end?

Light burns, and I’m all alone here.


 

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