The Sapphire Lullaby of Neon Tides
The city above is a jagged crown of neon and steel, but
Art Deco Diva
The Chlorophyll Waltz in Neon Rain
The city breathes in jagged pulses of chrome and neon, a restless
The Iridescent Sanctuary Amidst Neon Rain
The city breathes in shades of electric sapphire and bruised violet, a
The Gilded Anchor in an Electric Tide
The salt air is a velvet ribbon winding around my throat, tasting
A Symphony of Scented Silence
The city breathes in sync with my pulse, every neon light a
The Iridescent Sanctuary of Sighing Light
The air tonight tastes of ozone and jasmine, a delicate friction between
Velvet Whispers in a Neon Gilded Age
The metropolis outside is a sprawling circuit board of sapphire light, yet
Neon Silk on Steel Rails
The city is a symphony of chrome and concrete, yet here I
Neon Petals in Concrete Rain
The city is a symphony of chrome and static, but here beneath
Pearls in Neon Moonlight
The city outside is a frantic symphony of chrome and electricity, but
The Alabaster Shore: A Symphony in White
I have spent years encased in the chrome and glass of a
The Gilded Hour in an Alabaster Alley
I exist in a world of chrome and glass, yet here—between
