Category: Poetry

Boiling under the moon sun lick and skin burnt your coming undone and sizzling words hold none but death across the expanse.   If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out your day to read my writing! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina

Your words are salt, they stick and sting open wounds but you don’t know that I am just bones and salt is nothing to me. Your words fall becoming dust on the ground.   If you’re reading this thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you will return…

Stepping on the stones Of immortality You feel yourself decay As you ascend the giants staircase.     If you’re reading this thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina

Sun burns us down to ash. A hell under the skin becomes clear if you let it in. A sinking feeling in your gut as the flames engulf you.   If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you will return in the future!…

Endless, the edge that pulls up against the lines, the body that shimmers beyond the flesh. What is this? The life, a life that births and bleeds and vanishes in seconds. Creation and destruction in harmony, in sync, forever. If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my…