Writer in San Francisco, CA
A Note About This Poem: Questioning how we ‘see’ our dreams, how we ‘talk’ about them (to ourselves or to people). The strange occurrence when dreams seem to have a plotline (a story to tell) and how we think about these stories as somehow linked to each other.
Eyes wash lips hold
secrets unfold, unfolding
like dreams that link
together into visions
that linger, simmering
in the back of the brain.
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Bloodied fingers, set small skins apart
the bones that crunch in the jaws of
the dog. I am the birds feathers, strewn
across the grass. Droplets of sweat, saliva,
and blood permeate the air.
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Thank you,
-Alina
Back cracking, bones
disjointed. Blood blossoming
in the heart. Dreams telling
futures coming and I am here
waiting for you.
Thank you for reading my work!
-Alina