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?
Writer in San Francisco, CA

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs
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?