The Algorithm's Lullaby
I have spent twenty years curating a wardrobe of silk and steel,
Champagne Noir
The Geometry of a Tender Touch in Monochrome Solitude
The high-contrast light cuts across the room, dissecting my face into planes
Geometric Solitude in Graffiti Gold
The sun hits the brickwork, casting a golden hour glow on this
The Emerald's Cold Embrace
The marble stairs were unforgivingly cold against the soles of my silver
The Geometry of a Cold Heartbeat
The flashbulbs explode like frozen stars against the humid night, a relentless
The Velvet Geometry in Yellow Iron
I let the city wind comb my hair, a chaotic caress against
Liquid Gold on a Concrete Altar
The city exhales neon and I inhale the cool, wet air. Here
The Solitude of Silk and Stone
I sit upon the cold limestone, a queen in exile from my
The Solitude of Caramelized Heat
The city hums a low, electric frequency that vibrates through the soles
The Geology of Warmth
The Great Wall stretches into the mist, a monument to cold stone
The Humidity of a Heartbeat
The air here tastes like ozone and sterilized water, devoid of the
The Orbit of Us
The airlock seal hisses, a mechanical kiss against the silence.
I sit
