Alisha Christensen
Bio
Poet of sorts
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https://whereshegrows.com/books
π¦earth lover πΊπΊ wild mother
IG: @whereshegrows
Stories (2/0)
That's where the Love is
He's five years old and heβs looking at my hands while weβre waiting in line and he asks, βWhy are your hands a different color than mine?β And I tell him that people come from many different places with all sorts of shades and colors and faces and mine come from islands where people are the color of chestnuts and sweet coffee, but I also come from people who are the color of ginger root and sand and from people who are the color of mushrooms and cream, and theyβre all beautiful and together they made me.*
By Alisha Christensen3 years ago in Feast
Blood in the Water
Her skin was sticky with sweat and blood. The afternoon heat mixed with the smell of the salty sea beyond the treeline didnβt cover the smell of her sweat or the blood on her arms. At least there is rain, she thought as she slipped down the trail. You could see her footprints making long grooves in the mud as she tried to keep her balance. She was tired of covering her tracks. There was no one left to find them anymore anyway. Damn them if they did.
By Alisha Christensen3 years ago in Fiction
