Writer in San Francisco, CA
carpet clean, woven polyester
mind torn up, the fabric ripped
at the edge, snagged on toenails
and calloused heels. Different
eyes in the carpet, look cold and
watching upwards for passerbys.
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-Alina
Sun bellows heat
scorching earth
moving sky
clouds lit
and glowing.
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Eyes that look and dream of
heaven under the body
of the night, I am dreaming
of a sky that bleeds and spins
in the body of the night.
I am the body, I am the night
the mind is bleeding, alive
in the sky.
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In the trees, the eyes of the night gaze,
creatures revel in the dirt and moss,
hands guiding the clouds across the sky
exposing silvers stars that glitter
in the black night. A hollow hoot of an owl
the crack of a broken twig, a silence that
envelopes the dreams of the dreamer in
the forest at night.
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In the midnight hours,
I am alive like no other.
Eyes bright and ignited
with fire and wonder,
I roam the streets
under the pale moon
instilled with desire
to create and to destroy.
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-Alina