The body that pulls us down
gravity and bones
keeping the soul fixed
on this decaying, pollution
blue ball world.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
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
The body that pulls us down
gravity and bones
keeping the soul fixed
on this decaying, pollution
blue ball world.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina