The Salt of Us
The sea always knew. It saw the way I’d crumble, piece
The Weight of Silk
He thinks he wants a rescue. All these men do, really – some
Ghost in the Algorithm
The rain tasted like static on my tongue, a familiar flavor from
The Weight of Unspoken Longing
The cafe’s warmth always seemed to find me, even when the
The Geometry of Absence
The city unfolded below, a fractal mosaic mirroring the complexities within. He
Ephemeral Echoes of You
The rain tasted like static on my tongue, a familiar flavor in
The Gilded Cage of Porcelain Skin
The silk, a glacial touch against skin accustomed to colder things. Another
The Echo of Your Quiet Strength
The city holds its breath at dawn, doesn’t it? A fragile
The Weight of Silk and Skin
The city exhales a humid breath against my skin, clinging like his
The Weightless Bloom
He found me at the edge of everything, a silent observer in
The Gilded Cage of Absence
He sends orchids, always white. A gesture, I suppose, to match the
Ephemeral Echoes in Amber Light
The city exhales a cold breath against the glass, doesn’t it?
