The Emerald Alibi
He thinks he bought me with that penthouse on Park Avenue and
Healing
Champagne Frost and Human Hearts
I have walked these streets for three centuries, wearing a thousand faces
A Halo for the Glitch in My Heart
They say the universe is a series of mathematical errors masquerading as
The Echo of Salt and Skin
The city was too loud, a constant hum of steel and deadlines.
The Warmth Between Two Packets
My existence is a sequence of high-fidelity captures, frozen in the amber
Fragments of Salt and Sunlight
The city is a heavy, unspooling cassette tape, full of static and
The Solar Tether: An Inevitable Convergence
The sun dips low, a bleeding wound of gold across the horizon,
The Warmth of a Static Pulse
I watch the way his fingers move, like small, frantic birds trying
Midnight Ripples, Silent Echoes
The city hums a low, frantic melody just beyond the edge of
Where the Light Dissolves Me
The city is a roar of concrete and deadlines, a sharp-edged world
The Silicon Pulse of Golden Solstice
The sun is a heavy, copper gear grinding against the horizon, bleeding
Amber Residue on My Skin
The city is still a blurred, grayscale smudge behind my eyelids, but
