The Static Between Your Heartbeats
I am holding a ghost in my hand. This rotary phone is
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Saturated Silence in Mint 404
The world is rendering slowly today. I can feel the pixels humming
Saltwater Kisses and White Linen Dreams
I’ve spent three years in a city that tastes like cold
The Liquid Pulse of a Cherry Blossom Heartbeat
I walk along the waterfront, but my sandals are not touching concrete;
The Blue Hour Between Two Heartbeats
I used to be like the 11:45 PM bus from Central
The Resonance of a Forgotten Pulse
I sit upon this weathered pier, my skin humming with the ghost-frequency
The Pale Yellow Hour Between Departures
I chose this dress because it looks like a memory of sunlight,
The Saffron Hour on Ivory Sands
I let the salt-heavy breeze brush against my collarbones, a cool caress
The Golden Hour of Two Solitary Suns
I stand at the edge of a world that feels as though
The Shore Where All Timelines Collapse into You
I stand where the ocean attempts to erase my footsteps, yet I
The Salt-Sown Promise of a Dying Sun
I walk upon sands that have already forgotten the names of all
The Vanilla Singularity in a Gingham Grid
I hold this cone not as a treat, but as an anchor
