The Salted Residue of a Dying Star
The sun is not a source of life; it is an executioner,
Ethereal Beauty
Saltwater Solace Amidst the Chrome Decay
The city is a graveyard of grinding gears and humming wires, but
The Weightless Ache of Neon Skin
My skin remembers the city even when I am alone in this
The Altar of Liquid Glass
The city above is a graveyard of neon ghosts, but here in
Petals in the Concrete Garden
The city outside is a storm of gray asphalt and jagged iron,
The Geometry of a Sigh at Golden Hour
I watch the sun bleed into the horizon, a recursive cycle of
The Last Refresh of a Summer Heartbeat
The salt on my skin feels like a low-resolution texture map, slowly
Velvet Shadows and Neon Sighs
The city outside is a jagged mosaic of sapphire glass and humming
The Baptism of Neon Dew: A Soul’s Radiance
The city hums beneath my feet, a mechanical pulse of steel and
The Bioluminescent Pulse of a Dying Sun
They call this city the 'New Epoch,' but to me,
The Geometry of a Sigh
The city outside is a frantic blur of neon and noise, but
The Gravity of a Gilded Breath
The city below is a constellation of dying embers, yet here in
