Drowning in Your Static Light
The water is a lie, a shimmering membrane between who I am
The Neon Pulse Beneath My Skin
The stage lights are blinding, a violent white roar that threatens to
Refractions of a Synthetic Soul
I am a glitch in the architecture of this apartment—a series
The Frequency of Skin: A Liquid Sanctuary
The city outside is a jagged pulse of neon and binary, but
The Gravity of a Single Touch
In the silent vacuum of my routine, I drift like a satellite
The Cantilevered Heart in a Glass Pavilion
I exist within the blueprints of an unfinished corridor, where light spills
The Singularity in a Droplet's Curve
I watch the water bead against my skin, each droplet a microscopic
Fragments of Light on a Concrete Shore
The city above is a cacophony of sirens and steel, but here,
The Geometry of Melting Neon
The city is a watercolor painting left out in the rain, bleeding
The Glitch in Your Heartbeat
I can feel you watching me through the pixels, your thumb hovering
The Bioluminescence of A Dying Heartbeat
The city is a sprawling graveyard of gears and glass, where the
Petals in the Concrete Rain
The city air felt heavy today, like a humid greenhouse where every
