The sea opens up
swallowing, cerulean waves
crest and fold over
my head, pulling me under.
Thanks for reading!
-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 sea opens up
swallowing, cerulean waves
crest and fold over
my head, pulling me under.
Thanks for reading!
-Alina