Snow packed, dreams drifting.
I opened the package, the tape
stuck to my fingers, the debris of
plastic bubbles and cardboard within
cardboard. Unwrap, unpack,
inside, something I knew was going
to arrive.
Author: Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet
Alina Happy Hansen is a writer, poet, and blogger based in San Francisco. Besides writing nearly 24/7 and reading stacks of books, Alina enjoys watching classic horror films and listening to Stoner Metal. She holds a Bachelors of Arts in English with a Minor in Writing and Rhetoric Studies from The University of Utah.
Listless and Sour (poem #562)
It is not in me,
simply isn’t, is not
with me, cannot
listless and sour
it is not in me,
I cannot.
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Sleepless [poem #561]
Peel lids back, lashes plucked,
eyes open, unable to shut. Seen,
never unseen, pupils dilate, open
shut, open shut, tears.
Yellow Flowers (poem #560)
Yellow flowers painted on cream walls
crying, screaming, set me free
she spins, and turns, trapped captive
in her own home, echoes heartbreak
locked in and alone.
Inspired by The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Bending Light (poem #559)
Bending light
the sun burns
incinerates
single soul.