Rainfall of Echoes
The city exhaled a perpetual grey. It clung to the windows, seeped
Healing
Amber Glow
The rain hadn’t truly stopped, just softened to a persistent weep
The Weight of Smoke
The rain had been relentless all day. Like it always seemed to
Echoes in Static
The cobalt bled into her eyelids.
A silence sculpted by circuits, a
Echoes in Velvet
The city bled indigo.
Headphones, a bruised fruit against her temples.
Not
Indigo Echoes
The rain had been a relentless grey for days, mirroring the dull
Echoes of Neon Rain
The rain always felt like a memory here, didn’t it? A
Concrete Bloom
The concrete bled heat against my cheek. Not a comfortable warmth, more
Amber Echoes
The rain smelled of asphalt and something sweeter, like bruised peaches.
My
Static Bloom
The rain tasted like regret and cheap whiskey.
It clung to the
Salt & Echoes
The sand remembers.
It clings to my skin, a residue of the
Salt & Static
The rain fractured.
Each drop, a borrowed memory.
Skin slicked with ghosts
