Category: Poetry

Words drip like ice and fall onto your skin so cold, it burns until blue skin, blue limbs begin to rot off.   Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina

The space turns around us and eyes look cold in the night, how do we crumble and devour each other in these ways? That leaves us empty and longing for more, a desire that will never be fulfilled completely.   Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina

The sun peaks out and the snow has melted already water in the gutter, tricking me into believing there may be an early spring even though I know it is too soon to think of that. Despising the cold, and drifting away into a winter melancholy. I wait for time to pass, and warmth to…