the hell
inside the heart
pressed up against
the glass
for all eyes to see
only darkness
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 hell
inside the heart
pressed up against
the glass
for all eyes to see
only darkness
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina