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

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
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?