Alex vs Alexandra
Alex:the dream distillery up North calls to you; Città Fantasma, a smoky haze. pushing plush figs against your teeth, blood in porcelain sink, lighting the way with a cigarette. one leg out of the spires, ready to fall. the winged lion, eroded by years of your sister’s rain.Alexandra:a breathing, sinking, dying city. pale water so smooth that reflections on it are like glass; pearls and diamanté finger rings, eyes rimmed with liquid silver. impenetrable mist above the sea. we would gently hold your face in our hands, if not of our fear that we might bleed.













