Writer in San Francisco, CA
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 in the future!
-Alina
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!
-Alina
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 writing!
I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Blue mind set in the tide
Only skies let the sun burn them.
Hollowed out and destroyed
by universal powers.
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If you are reading this thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina