Category: Poetry

The eyes, they look and scold the mind it beholds creations of a new design that require brave thinking and closed eyes.   Thank you for reading! I hope you will return! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems! -Alina

Clean my body with boiling water till my flesh is seared and scorched, red and blistered. Itching until I pick and pull my skin off.   Thank you for reading! I hope you return in the future! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!  -Alina

Broken eyes look clean holding images in eyelids, falling into iris thoughts dark and endless.   Thank you for reading! I hope you return in the future! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems! -Alina

Hold me down, under the sun, golden eyes strike my body little bruises to my heart. Unapologetic looks leave me battered, your voyeurism hurts.   Thank you for reading! I hope you return in the future! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!  -Alina