Trapped, rid of me, city that grieves trio of 5mls alpha musks

RID OF ME - humming PJ Harvey’s classic on loop, blood red beet juice, sticks and black stones, glue good enough to huff, sticky melted marshmallows cuz baby I’m stuck

TRAPPED - freshly dug dirt, grave diggers vanilla tobacco pipe, black cloves, dark patchouli

CITY THAT GRIEVES - we are all in this together, all our loved ones are at risk… I have a maskless moment on the city street, a moment alone no humans in sight but I don’t feel lonely as I observe their traces left behind, so I can finally take a deep breath in. CEMENT! Residual exhaust steams off weathered asphalt, summer dankness, humid af, that skanky salty industrial harbor air, chemical plants exuding some chlorinated plastic-like fumes, and I can smell myself in a nervous sweat as always.