Books stacked high, the world that burns like forever eyes in the broken light of the summer sun. Where are the words in my mouth? They left my lips but I don’t know where they went. Thank you for reading, -Alina PATREON INSTAGRAM
Category: Poetry
Rinds crusted (poem #381)
Rinds crusted, dried up fruit shrunk and coarse lips cracked, bleeding lifeless eater hand outstretched in the scorching desert heat. Thank you for reading, -Alina PATREON INSTAGRAM
Words (poem #380)
words lift lightly traced fingerprints, upward torrents scale backs and tighten skin. Thank you for reading, -Alina PATREON INSTAGRAM
Sun Traveling [poem #379]
“Sun traveling across barren skies, feeling the fields light up, reaching…”
Derived Content (poem #378)
Derived content source unknown but unoriginal, words lifted out of print, raised from the dead, coming alive on screens. Thank you for reading! -Alina INSTAGRAM PATREON