The Glass Sanctuary Above a Dying City
I have descended from the neon clouds to witness this fragile moment.
The Clockwork Heart's Quiet Thaw
My heart had long been an ornate machine of rusted iron and
A Single Step Between Two Eternities
I stand at the threshold of this stone path, my white umbrella
The Lace Alibi of a Quiet Heart
I am wearing white lace—a sartorial surrender. In this city, where
The Fragrance of an Unsent Letter
I have always felt like a relic found in the wrong century,
The Resonance of Salt and Silicon Souls
I walk along this shoreline not as a woman, but as an
The Carousel That Never Started
I am sitting on this horse because tomorrow you will tell me
Breath of an Amber Afternoon
Steel blades spinning white noise into a lullaby.
I am skin and
The Luxury of Being Alone
I’ve mastered the art of existing in silence. In this city
The Golden Hour’s Quiet Confession
The train hums a low, steady lullaby against the iron tracks—a
The Geometry of Surrender
He thinks he owns the city from his glass tower, a man
Polka Dots and Pale Pink Promises
I am leaning against a wall that isn't just pink;
