The journey,
alive with blood.
My high, giving you
a rise, up into
glittering sickly skies.
A pathway towards
oblivion,
we already know
the consequences.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- SF
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