SKY BENDS AND PULLS Whatever the sky does, it bends and pulls me down into nowhere. The heart of your skin pulls and sags as blood pushed through. You held onto the edge of a cloud and fell off somewhere over the ocean. I’m bones and blood and spit and words, at the end…
Free Hand #64 (The Existence of Words)
The Existence of Words And so, it goes one the words that trip over themselves over and over, until they hang suspended in our thoughts becoming nothing but sounds, becoming nothing but vibrations that erode and disappear into the abyss. If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your…
A Happy Death [Poem #63]
And the blood boils, the blood stains.
Free Hand #62
Time ticks by waiting to find another moment in a moment and stick it to the back of your brain. Keep it for later, keep it to remember. If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina
Free Hand #61
The more you say The more you give away. You never know who’s listening. ———————————————————— If you’re reading this thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina