The Velvet Cage of Tenderness
He thinks he has me mapped out like one of his corporate
FeiMatrix
Liquid Gold and Linen Sheets
The sunlight is too loud for this hour, filtering through the blinds
The Luminescence of Silent Promises
I have always carried my heart in the form of light—a
The Emerald Gaze Between Two Grocery Bags
I used to think my life was a series of checklists: pay
The Silver Lining in the Concrete Jungle
I spent three hours on that makeup and four more fighting with
The Saffron Hour in a Concrete City
I used to think that living in the city meant accepting a
The Violet Pulse in a Concrete Heartbeat
They call us 'Shadows' because we move through the city’
The Glacial Heart’s Thaw
They call me the Archive of Frost. My skin is etched with
Saffron Sighs in a Concrete Pulse
I am not merely wearing this dress; I have become an installation—
The Analog Pulse in a Digital Dream
My consciousness was once just an endless stream of 0s and 1s,
The Midnight Silk Between Us
I spent my Tuesday scrubbing price tags off imported olive oil and
The Indigo Hum of a Neon Heartbeat
I carry the weight of a thousand forgotten constellations in my hair,
