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Poem #163 (What Words Do)

The words climb up into

the mouth and spill out

between the lips. I see myself

reflected in the sounds they make

rubbing against your face.

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

It’s Finals Week and between my huge assignments and work, I’m exhausted.

WORN OUT

Creeping, itching

tick tick tick, side of the face.

I break off, a bone, a word to string

together more bones more words

for an essay, easy, no ese!

essay…stuck drinking coffee,

want to drink some beer. Tired and

distraught, the pressure is mounting

till up up up I go, ready to crash back down

afterwards.

If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you return in the future!

-Alina