Writer in San Francisco, CA
Painting, Creation, Art, and the inevitable black hole conclusion to the universe.
Sky blue like paint
thick and smeared across
a canvas
an artists hand
an eye for detail, a cloud here
a mountain there
in the end
it will all be covered
in black ink,
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Where do these minds go?
In the distance, among the dead
and the cold hearts of many.
You can find me there, in a
vacant space unoccupied
and quiet
thinking and talking
to myself.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
minds twisting underwater
in the cold
the snow and water gathers
ice that lingers
against the lips
against the skin
a skull cracked open
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
paper and blood
the ink settles
in the grain
scissors cut out
new patterns
to fill with
blood, ink
and words.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
decay.
singed flesh
opened and bleeding
the rot begins
to intertwine with
limbs,
alone
in the empty dungeon
of wars and famine
can you hear the spirits
crying still as they decay
into the past,
into
memories?
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina