Saltwater Eulogy for a Summer That Never Ended
The salt on my skin is a map of everything I have
Antique Box
The Scent of Citrus in a Dying Tide
The salt air always tastes of things left unsaid, a bitter residue
The Salt of Memory and the Weight of Grapes
The sunlight filters through the canopy like dust motes dancing in a
The Amber Ghost of a Summer's End
The glass in my hands is warm, a small rebellion against the
The Salt-Stained Echo of a Summer Promise
The sea air tastes of salt and secrets, a bitter perfume that
The Salt-Stained Echo of a Summer Ghost
The sand beneath my thighs is a cold memory of warmth, each
The Salt-Stained Echo of a Ghostly Summer
The tide does not remember my name, yet it washes over my
The Amber Archive of Lost Seasons
The city is a machine that grinds time into dust, but here,
The Architecture of a Sigh
The city’s pulse still thrums in my veins—a frantic, metallic
The Geometry of Longing
The city is a machine that grinds memories into dust, leaving us
A Saccharine Ghost in the Tide
The cotton candy dissolves on my tongue, a fleeting ghost of sweetness
Whispers in the Salted Air
The salt air tastes of old letters and unkept promises, settling on
