The Velvet Armor of Midnight
I wear this black leather dress like a barricade. It’s stiff,
Neon Lights and Cold Beer on 4th Street
The humidity in this city always feels like a damp blanket you
The Scent of a Slow Afternoon
I left my phone in the city. I left the noise, the
Neon Pulse: The Fever of Quiet Rooms
The city outside is a screaming machine, all steel and synthetic light,
The Soap Bubble That Swallowed Tuesday Afternoon
I sat on the edge of a concrete ledge that was slowly
A Quiet Breath Between City Beats
The city never truly sleeps, but it does breathe. I have spent
The Fragile Pulse of Akihabara
I have observed this simulation for eons, and frankly, I am one
The Scent of Fresh Bread and Quiet Longing
I’ve always believed that the soul of a city isn'
The Architecture of a Quiet Afternoon
I have always preferred the city when it doesn't demand
The Gilded Silence of an Autumn Heartbeat
I stood there, a living sculpture carved from moonlight and gold leaf,
The Last Frame of a Summer Afternoon
I can feel my edges beginning to fray, the blue of my
Oxidized Hearts Under a Neon Sky
I sit on the edge of this concrete precipice, my legs dangling
