The Tunnel We met under the veil of night Her skin was like alabaster Clean, pure, and white. All she once owned was stolen and depleted She was German But that was a secret. You see, whites were forced into quarantine Their jailors were brown Bitter and mean. There were no more police, no one to save No more armed forces Or home of the brave. All remaining Caucasians were sent to the slaughter Not sparing one person No father nor daughter. In the name of acceptance, chaos bred We longed for Trump But the Republic was dead. With tears in my eyes, I gave her my hand It was time to escape To find safer land. Beneath the full moon, I said, follow me I led her to an underground tunnel So, we could be free.
Christina has a Bachelor’s degree in Psychology and holds a certificate in Health Counseling. She studied fiction at Gotham Writers’ Workshop in New York City. Christina is a freelance writer and model living on Long Island with her parents and their nine cats. She also enjoys politics, watching British mysteries, and singing.