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
Tag: work
Poem #149 (Cycle, Time)
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
Free Hand #8 (Worn Out)
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,…