The city floats overhead like cloud coverings
While these bridges sneeze out cars
Shaking the floors of imperturbable buildings
Here we sit under the cold
Stare of windows that peel open
Large eyes in the courtyard of transformational moments
The nights when we shivered until we shook
Spitting vodka and laughter into smoke clouds
We’ve hooked light on our little fingers
Tripping, sweaty, onto sidewalks
Like angels, like goddesses, like flaws
That shimmer honestly at night

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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