Fractured Resonance
The rain tasted like ozone. Not clean, but thick – the residue of
FeiMatrix
Salt & Subversion
The sand surrendered to her curve, a slow yielding embrace.
It wasn’
Ephemeral Tide
The sand is cold. Insistently, annoyingly so. It clings to everything – my
Saltwater Serenade
The sand still held a little of last night's rain,
Salt & Shadow
The grey clung to the sand like a hesitant memory. It wasn’
Salted Skin Memory
The grey held the ghost of summer.
A residue clinging to each
Salt & Silk
The sand, a whisper beneath her feet,
a velvet curtain to the
The Pink Pebble
He smelled like rain after the city dries.
Like a secret puddle
The Refraction of Salt & Skin
The air tasted like melted gold and regret.
Not bad, actually. The
Chrome & Dust
The rain smelled of exhaust and something faintly metallic. It clung to
Residual Heat
The saline particulate settled on the exposed dermal layers, a subtle gradient
Reflections in Saltwater Bloom
The water remembers everything, you know. It clings to the edges of
