Month: December 2017

Words drip like ice

and fall onto your skin

so cold, it burns until

blue skin, blue limbs

begin to rot off.

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

-Alina

The space turns around us and eyes look cold in the night,

how do we crumble and devour each other in these ways?

That leaves us empty and longing for more, a desire

that will never be fulfilled completely.

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

-Alina

The sun peaks out and the snow has melted

already water in the gutter, tricking me

into believing there may be an early spring

even though I know it is too soon to

think of that. Despising the cold,

and drifting away into a winter melancholy.

I wait for time to pass, and warmth to return.

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

-Alina

The wise are silent

but speak up when 

guidance is most needed.

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

-Alina