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
It swings open slowly.The house is empty and the creaks keep her awake at night. It opens and there is only darkness beyond.During the day, the tea kettle screams. She takes it off the burner, pouring the hot water into a cup, tea bag floating to the top. The groan of the floorboards under weight, echoes from down the hall, she is still and waits, will it shut or open? The door lets in or keeps out, the darkness just beyond.