The Bride Who Walks Through Fire
They told me to stay in the light. That warmth is a
FeiMatrix
The Golden Arc of Healing
I exist as a suspended angle. My arms, extended at the precise
The Gilded Cage of Dust and Desire
I am not the ghost you see in your rear-view mirror, but
The Humidity of a Heartbeat
The air here tastes like ozone and sterilized water, devoid of the
The Moss-Heart's Promise
The city felt like a cage of cold glass, but here in
The Thaw Point
I stood at the threshold of her world, where the air inside
The Silver Lining in 35mm
The city hummed outside the window, a low-frequency vibration I could feel
Where The Iron Frost Melts
The subway was too hot. Sweat stung my eyes, the air a
The Orbit of Us
The airlock seal hisses, a mechanical kiss against the silence.
I sit
The Golden Hour's Answer to Loneliness
The wind in this old saloon town doesn't just blow;
The Witch's First Cup of Tea
The moon is a heavy, cold coin hanging in the sky, and
The Red & Blue of Her
The neon 'BLAVTSN' sign hummed, a low electric purr that
