Alina Dreamt

I have a new poem! It's kind of depressing (I'm not sure why, but that's just what came out). Anyway, tell me what you think!


Alina dreamt of bombs
landing on their house

every night.

She had three kids
three babies
one after another.

Each time, she wept
for those tiny fingers
blinking eyes, dandelion hair.

They wouldn’t be able to
survive it
when the world shattered.

She wouldn’t have another one.
She didn’t know, she said,
the point of new life
with that bomb floating over
their heads.

She held her babies to her
and shivered.

They crawled walked ran
laughed
grew.

Alina dreamt.