Writer in San Francisco, CA
In the midnight hours,
I am alive like no other.
Eyes bright and ignited
with fire and wonder,
I roam the streets
under the pale moon
instilled with desire
to create and to destroy.
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-Alina
Cup, grey ceramic
cut, the edge of the lip
on the rim. Blood
begins to surface
droplets mix
with coffee and cream.
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-Alina
Boiled eggs
roll on the counter
shell discarded like scales
of a fish pulled back
and pink flesh quartered.
Belly sliced open
and white skin eaten,
slips and slides
in the mouth,
the yellow yolk
cooked into
a chalky paste
that sticks to lips
and teeth.
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-Alina
Rain hits the window
a small drumming of fingers
tap, tap, tap, tap
taptaptaptaptap
listening to the wind whisper
and chide the trees, the leaves
in a chorus yelling in protest.
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-Alina
Papers litter the floor
shelves of sheets gathered
stapled, clipped, stacked
folded and kept in a
disorganized order. Words
within pages, dripping off
the shelves onto the floor.
Thank you for reading my work!
-Alina