Layered pages, compact and worded, phrases woven, speech mimicked. So much depends on ink and paper. -Alina INSTAGRAM
Skull Confines (poem #406)
within the book, within a mind, a word, a rhythm exposes dancing universes between the eyes seeking freedom from the skull confines. Thank you for reading! -Alina INSTAGRAM
Golden Eyes (poem #405)
golden eyes glower, dreaming of darkened nights during day time. A heartache turned sour, inspiring visions of violence, and a disastrous summer. Thank you for reading! -Alina INSTAGRAM
Dreams of the Night (poem #404)
“The dreams of the night, alive in the cold spaces…”
The Journey (poem #403)
The journey, alive with blood. My high, giving you a rise, up into glittering sickly skies. A pathway towards oblivion, we already know the consequences. Thank you for reading! -Alina INSTAGRAM