Waiting, drifting. The sky
falls, pressed up close
against the earth. Wondering
if it tastes sweet or bitter.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA
Waiting, drifting. The sky
falls, pressed up close
against the earth. Wondering
if it tastes sweet or bitter.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Time, ticking out
faded against the fence
paint dripping, dry, cracked
then chipped. Fence worn away
dissolve. Dissolving into
an abyss, a darkness
a rebirth.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Sun lifted high into the sky
warms the bodies below,
little cities come to life
as the earth rotates
switching from light
to dark, light to dark
for millions of years.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
The air is frigid and clings to me
with a biting mouth on my entire body.
My coat is too thin and my hat is not
my good hat, it is my spare. My scarf
dangles in the wind, its worn out
threads falling, trailing behind me
giving me little to no warmth.
I am cold. I am
cold.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Paper lined and placed
on top of the desk
it flutters in the breeze
of an open window.
Empty and wordless
it waits to be written
on or to return to the
ground where it came.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina