Neon Veins and Skin Like Silk
The train hums a low, vibrating lullaby against my ribcage, the kind
Dusk Till Dawn
The Caffeine Ghost of Last Night
The city is still humming, but I’m vibrating on a different
Saltwater Amnesia
The sun is a heavy gold coin pressing against my eyelids, and
Salt on My Lips, Sun in My Veins
The sun is a heavy gold coin pressing against my eyelids, and
Saltwater Static and Stolen Light
The air tastes like brine and cheap champagne, a heavy perfume that
The Afterglow of White Lilies
The sun is too bright for this hour, a sharp intrusion into
Salt on My Skin, Your Ghost in My Head
The sun is too bright today, a sharp contrast to the blurred
Salt on My Lips, Sun in My Veins
The sun is a heavy weight on my eyelids, thick and golden
Honeyed Shadows and Pastel Dreams
The concrete still smells like rain and old secrets, a lingering scent
Where the Sky Bleeds Gold
The air tastes like cold tea and old secrets, heavy with the
A Pulse Beneath the Concrete
The air here has a weight to it, thick with the ghosts
The Weight of a Shimmering Plea
The air here tastes like pine needles and the lingering ghost of
