The Golden Cage of Sunset Skin
They call this 'healing,' but let's be honest:
Cinderella’s Coach
The Saltwater Sacrament: A Study in Calculated Vulnerability
They call this 'healing,' as if a walk along the
The Scent of Dying Petals in an Asphalt Garden
They call this 'healing.' A curated moment of light and
The Price of Synthetic Sunshine
They call this 'healing.' I look at the neon glow
The Geometry of Longing: A Study in Blue Silk and Saltwater
They say the city heals you with its skyline, but I find
The Geometry of Subjugation in White Linen
They tell you that white is the color of purity, a blank
The Saccharine Lie of Neon Dreams
They call this a milkshake, but I know it is merely an
The Mercenary of Sunbeams
They call this 'healing.' I call it a well-rehearsed performance
The Sweetness of Seasonal Delusion
They call this 'healing,' as if a slice of overpriced
The Sugar-Coated Trap of Domesticity
They call this 'healing.' A weekend getaway to a forest
The Sunshade Delusion in Beige Silk
He calls this 'healing.' He brought me to an old
The Sterile Ritual of Intimacy
I stand before the mirror in a bathroom that smells of expensive
