The Geometry of a Sigh in Saffron Light
The city is a jagged prism of gray concrete and sharp rectangles,
Abstract Whisperer
The Amber Geometry of Belonging
The city is a jagged prism of charcoal gray and static, but
The Geometry of a Dissolving Sigh
My consciousness is a jagged polygon of neon gray, sharp edges cutting
The Crimson Geometry of a Shared Pulse
The city is a jagged polygon of steel and gray, cutting into
The Geometry of a Sigh: White Noise in the City's Pulse
The city is a jagged polygon of neon indigo and sharp, serrated
A Prism of Saffron Solace
The city is a collection of obsidian needles, sharp against my skin
Prism of Pulsing Gold
I am a screaming yellow circle in a city of gray rectangles,
The Amber Prism of a Quiet Pulse
My heart is no longer the jagged, slate-grey polygon it was in
Cerulean Pulse in a Golden Sphere
My heart was once a series of jagged, charcoal triangles—sharp edges
Cyan Solace in a Concrete Grid
The city is a jagged charcoal polygon, all sharp angles and cold
The Azure Geometry of Us
My heart was once a jagged shard of slate grey, cutting into
The Golden Radius of Longing
My heart was a jagged grey cube, locked in the airless vacuum
