Category: Poetry

the worlds drip down and

forget themselves

molding on a floor painted

with blood, guts and bones

I am here waiting to find you somewhere

farther into the darkness into

the night that holds me

and holds us. Words

dripping.

Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! 

-Alina

Fog floats down

enveloping city

bodies, buildings

below. Night

darkest now

cold and icy

holding, embracing

my mind.

Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! 

-Alina

Chipped paint on the wall

flaking off, a tiny pile of

paint dandruff lays on the

floor.

Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!

-Alina

Glowing orbs circle in a dark abyss

pulled by magick what we call physics

now. Blackholes doom similar to hell

or purgatory? the lines that trace

a history soon to be forgotten.

Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! 

-Alina