The Architecture of a Sinking Heartbeat
I woke up today to find my apartment breathing; the walls were
Dali’s Mustache
The Gravity of a Melting Noon
I walked down the stairs, but they didn't feel like
The Thermodynamics of Melting Sunsets on White Silk
I stood at the edge where reality begins to dissolve into liquid
The Empire State of Melting Gravity
I stood before the spire, watching it drip like wax from a
The Gravity of Glittering Hearts
I stood in the center of a room where time had decided
The Hourglass Melts into Velvet Night
My heels click a rhythm that dissolves the floor into liquid gold,
The Geometry of Melting Puddles
My turtleneck sweater is a soft, white cloud trapped in the gravity
The Bride Who Caught a Melting Sunset Over the Brooklyn Bridge's Soft Jawline
I spun around on the deck, and gravity politely decided to take
The Liquid City Melts into a White Silk Embrace
I stand on the glass precipice of reality, where the concrete jungle
The Hourglass Draped in Lace
The Colosseum did not stand; it hovered, a skeletal ribcage of ancient
The Drowning of the Concrete Heart
I stood on the jagged ledge of a skyscraper, waiting for my
The Salt of Your Skin
The ocean breathes against the shore, a rhythm that once felt like
