Echoes in Porcelain
The steam. It always curls around his shoulders, a ghost of warmth
Echoes in the Blue
The chlorine scent still clings to my skin, a ghost of summer
Static Bloom
The rain smelled like exhaust and regret, usual for this city. I’
Echoes of Lavender Rain
The rain in the city always smells like lavender, doesn’t it?
Saltwater Echoes
The chlorine stung my eyes for a second, but I didn'
Echoes in Azure
The chlorine whispers a forgotten song,
a lullaby of sun and restless
Echoes of Salt & Sunlight
The salt spray tasted like a forgotten memory, a whisper of childhood
The Saltwater Bloom
The chlorine still clung to my skin, a reminder of the frantic
Echoes in the Azure
The city breathes a chill, even at dawn. I pull my robe
Echoes in the Turquoise
The salt clung to everything – my hair, my skin, even the edges
Salt & Siren Song
The sand still held the ghost of his heat. Stupid, clinging warmth.
Echoes of Lavender
The stage lights bleed into my skin, a manufactured warmth that feels
