High-Voltage Heartbeat: The Neon Surge
My heart isn't beating; it is idling like a V12
Cybernetic Intimacy
The Silicon Pulse of a Paper Heart
I stand beneath the cherry blossoms, but my skin hums with a
The Gilded Pulse of Neon Veins
I am but a fragile mechanism of silk and starlight, my heart
Probability Zero: The Warmth of an Unplanned Touch
Data point A: My synthetic skin registers exactly 36.5 degrees Celsius
The Glass Heart's Rain-Slicked Thaw
I am made of fractures and frozen light, a delicate mosaic held
The Cobalt Pulse of an Iron Heart
My chest is but a reliquary of oxidized brass and weeping gears,
The Thermal Conductivity of a Human Touch
My epidermis is a masterpiece of flawed engineering. The micro-fractures across my
Suture My Soul with Neon Veins
My skin hums beneath his touch, a rhythmic vibration that echoes the
The Memory Leak of a Glass Heart
My skin remembers rhythms that were never taught—the hum of Dyson
