The Resolution of Your Touch
I can feel my edges fraying. The gold silk of my kimono
Digital Decay
The Last Frame of a Golden Hour
I can feel the edges of my world fraying, turning into fine,
The Last Frame of a Sugar-Coated Afternoon
I can feel my edges fraying. The lace of my dress is
The Vanilla Glitch of a Summer Afternoon
I can feel my edges fraying, dissolving into golden static as I
The Golden Hour of a Glitching Heart
I can feel the edges of my yellow yukata beginning to fray
The Last Frame of a Summer Sigh
I can feel my edges fraying. As I stand beneath the towering
The Golden Glitch of Us
I stand at the intersection where time begins to fray, my mustard
The Last Frame of a Pale Sunday
I stand here as the gallery walls begin to fray at the
The Last Frame of a Summer Afternoon
I can feel my edges beginning to fray, the blue of my
The Last Warmth Before We Decompile
I can feel the edges of my world fraying into gold-tinted noise.
The Last Frame of a Summer Ghost
I can feel my edges fraying into golden dust, a slow-motion dissolve
The Glitch in Her Smile: An Analog Soul Found by a Digital Ghost
The city outside is just a massive, noisy server farm of concrete
