Writer in San Francisco, CA
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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–Alina
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
Cup, grey ceramic
cut, the edge of the lip
on the rim. Blood
begins to surface
droplets mix
with coffee and cream.
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-Alina
Boiled eggs
roll on the counter
shell discarded like scales
of a fish pulled back
and pink flesh quartered.
Belly sliced open
and white skin eaten,
slips and slides
in the mouth,
the yellow yolk
cooked into
a chalky paste
that sticks to lips
and teeth.
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-Alina