Ephemeral Echoes on Steel & Stone
The bridge sighs under my weight, a metal bone weary of the
Crimson Resonance
The city breathes cold, a metal lung scraping against bone. He finds
The Weight of Unspoken Things
He says he likes my hair this color – a bruised, stormy blue.
Echoes of a Forgotten Bloom
The city exhales, a grey sigh against the chill. It mirrors something
The Static Between Heartbeats
Rain slicked the alley, mirroring the sheen on the black coat slung
The Static Between Signals
The city holds its breath between the last train and the first
The Weight of Silk and Shadows
He found me amidst the ruins of old cities, a collector of
Echoes in the Static
The city breathes static, a low hum against skin that craves warmth.
Concrete & Skin
The city bleeds grey, doesn’t it? But I remember colors.
He
Sunlit Static
Dust motes dance.
A memory of heat on skin, asphalt melting under
Ephemeral Echoes of You
The city exhales, a sigh of exhaust and distant laughter. It feels
The Echo of Your Absence is a Bloom
The chipped paint on these steps whispers forgotten stories, echoes of lovers
