The Geometry of a Pink Afternoon
My life has long been a series of right angles: the sharp
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The Polka Dot Memory of a Summer Noon
I remember the way you looked at me when I stepped through
The Warmth Between Sequins and Starlight
He always smelled like a Sunday morning—of clean cotton and the
The Velocity of a Heart Unmoored
I am no longer bound by the concrete pulse of the city,
Latency in the Heartbeat: A Sandbox Ritual
I have compiled my soul into a series of nested loops, running
The Ember Between Us
I have spent three years in a glass tower, breathing recycled air
The Saltwater Protocol
I can feel your eyes on me long before I hear you
Sugar Rush and Sudden Syncope
My pulse is a drum solo in my ears. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
I’
The Silver Echo in a Silent Desert
The sun here does not just shine; it weighs upon the skin
The Mint-Colored Echoes of Us
A single shard: the scent of coconut oil and sea salt clinging
Gold Tiles and Racing Pulses
The gold mosaic wall is cold against my skin, but inside? I
The Sweetest Stop on Highway 97
The asphalt was shimmering under a relentless July sun, and my old
