Free Hand #90 (Sylvia and others)

The words in my mouth grow stale

and I think of Sylvia, and think of Woolf

how they countered so much sadness to keep on writing

how hard it is to write, like Adrienne, like Austen, and Bronte

to keep going until there is nothing left but words and passion.


 

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

-Alina

Free Hand #87 (Light turns me to Ash)

And light looks down into the crowd, and spotlights on your body

the day that climbs up and into the mouth is regurgitated. Hold me

down until my bones crack and break from strain, my blood runs

runs, runs, there is nothing left of me. Just this light, my mind, my ash.


 

If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! 

I hope that you will return in the future! 

-Alina 

FREE HAND # 86 (When Words Lose Meaning)

These bold letters keep me occupied inside

a world inside a world that is no longer

a reality for anyone including me. The words

lose all meaning, in their contortion in their

twisted malfunction to do as they should.

They become meaningless echoes of

what they once meant.


 

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

-Alina