Neon Rust and Saffron Skin
The city is a concrete beast that never sleeps, and I’ve
The Concrete Shore of a Glass City
I am curled into myself like a question mark on this concrete
The Cobalt Pulse in a City of Glass
I sit atop this rusted iron hull like an ancient brush stroke
The Resolution of Us
I can feel my edges blurring. Every time the saltwater touches my
The Asymmetry of Longing
I am seated at the intersection of concrete angles and saltwater air,
Thermal Conductivity of a Ghost Limb
My skin is calibrated to 36.5 degrees Celsius, yet I feel
The Azure Interval Between Two Worlds
For three years, my world was measured in the scent of Le
The Ripple Where Time Bends for Us
I sit on this moss-slicked stone, the water swirling around my ankles
The Softness Between Monoliths
I am a fragment of lace trapped in an empire of grey.
The Rhythm of Falling Water
I let the water fall over me, a cold thread against my
The Architecture of Silence
I have spent a decade building an empire out of spreadsheets and
Cobalt Solace Under a Liquid Sun
The city is a fever dream of neon veins and chrome heartbeats,
