Movement ceases, air stills
a sinking feeling molds
and takes hold of the listener
a creak, a whisper.
Something is coming.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA
Movement ceases, air stills
a sinking feeling molds
and takes hold of the listener
a creak, a whisper.
Something is coming.
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-Alina
Words lift and mount
emotions, riding bucking
and fighting them
barely able to hold on
to the meaning behind
the sounds.
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-Alina
Sun, golden, drops in
warm and welcome
in the sky’s blue sea
a storm looming,
far off and approaching
gets closer and closer,
the sun begins to fade.
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-Alina
Grizzly grey clouds
invade the valley
birthing dark shadows
and frigid air.
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Saturated breath
thick with decayed words,
a mouth slick with venom
and a heart to match.
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-Alina