Free Hand #77

Blood boiling; a silent rage. The endless night as it infects and poisons itself. How silence cuts through words, making them bite sized and swalloable.  ________________________________________ If you're reading this thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my writing. I hope you will return in the future.  -Alina


Free Hand #72

Moments that bleed out.  You can taste them in the air. Palpable and bitter, the eyes sting, heart aches. How does it feel to live in the moment?  ------------------------------------------------------------ Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina