Mind and memory, can I forget myself in the smoke, a thought bends like light through a prism, no matter what way it turns it’s always different, my memory filtering through, grasping to keep my self separate from my dreams. Lost.
the package (poem #563)
Snow packed, dreams drifting. I opened the package, the tape stuck to my fingers, the debris of plastic bubbles and cardboard within cardboard. Unwrap, unpack, inside, something I knew was going to arrive.
Listless and Sour (poem #562)
It is not in me, simply isn’t, is not with me, cannot listless and sour it is not in me, I cannot. Thank you for reading! FIND ALINA
Sleepless [poem #561]
Peel lids back, lashes plucked…
Yellow Flowers (poem #560)
Yellow flowers painted on cream walls crying, screaming, set me free she spins, and turns, trapped captive in her own home, echoes heartbreak locked in and alone. Inspired by The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman