Category: Poetry

The sun beats through the winter air and warms the bones only temporarily. Destroying the eyes, destroying the world the body is burnt up into ash. Skin tingling, Spring or incineration?   Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina

Snow piled up against the door melting closest to the heat. Sticking, icy, and cold against the skin turning blue. Thank you for reading my work, I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina

The world opens up and devours you into a cold darkness you are reborn a shred of light illuminates the endless cold night and you travel towards the glimmer of hope. The light shudders and fades away before you get too close. Lost in the abyss again.   Thank you for reading my work, I…

Following the sun down into the dirt the mountain envelope and swallow it whole how do eyes look when blinded by such light? the sun as a body and as a source an existence where lines are blurred.   Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina

The snow clings to the cement as it melts away trickling down into the gutter. The gutter a new home for all those melted snowflake bodies.   Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future.  -Alina