Saltwater Epilogues
The ocean doesn't keep a schedule, unlike the trains that
Coastal Solitude
The Salt-Stained Echo of You
I cupped the ocean in my hands, watching the water spill between
Static on the Shoreline: A Flicker of Warmth
The train hums behind me, a rhythmic pulse of iron and electricity
The Salt-Stained Echo of a Ghostly Summer
The tide does not remember my name, yet it washes over my
The Static Tide of Our Skin
The skyline is stuttering today. I can see the edges of the
The Resonance of Rust and Radiance
The salt spray clings to my skin like the weeping oil of
Salt on Skin, Heat in the Heart
The water is a giant, cold tongue licking at the shore, tasting
The Buoyancy of a Coastal Heartbeat
The train tracks hum beneath my feet, but I feel as though
The Amber Hue of a Fading Pulse
The sun is a dying ember, bleeding its final warmth into the
Salt on My Lips, Sun in My Veins
The sun is a heavy weight on my eyelids, thick and golden
Saltwater Scars and Silk Shadows
The ocean doesn't care about my secrets, so I let
The Geometry of Stillness
City pulse: A fever of steel and glass.
I carry it like
