words that rumble
and bumble
out of mouths
that twist into a center
a face
a spectacle
of horror.
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
words that rumble
and bumble
out of mouths
that twist into a center
a face
a spectacle
of horror.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina