Velvet Moss & Brine
The moss clings to everything here, a damp, persistent embrace. It’s
Cinderella’s Coach
Fractured Light, Liquid Heat
The rain always smelled of burnt sugar. Appropriate, considering the residue clinging
Asphalt Serenade
The rain tasted of exhaust and regret. Not a particularly pleasant cocktail,
The Weight of Petals
The rain smelled faintly of sugar and regret. Not a particularly appealing
The Weight of Ink and Bone
The rain against the windowpanes isn’t a lament, merely background noise.
Neon Echoes, Silent Heat
The rain smelled of exhaust and regret. Fitting, really.
I’d spent
