Author: Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet

the worlds drip down and forget themselves molding on a floor painted with blood, guts and bones I am here waiting to find you somewhere farther into the darkness into the night that holds me and holds us. Words dripping.   Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! …

Fog floats down enveloping city bodies, buildings below. Night darkest now cold and icy holding, embracing my mind.   Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina

Chipped paint on the wall flaking off, a tiny pile of paint dandruff lays on the floor.   Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina

Glowing orbs circle in a dark abyss pulled by magick what we call physics now. Blackholes doom similar to hell or purgatory? the lines that trace a history soon to be forgotten.   Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina

Sun setting in the mountains a blood landscape is born on the crags and hills the highest trees are bathed in light while the eyes below only see glowing red.   Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina