The Saltwater Pulse
The sun is a weight on my shoulders, but it's
Heartbeat Monitor
The Temperature of a Lingering Glance
The humidity of the city clings to my skin like a second
The Temperature of a Glance
The water is cold, but my blood is beginning to simmer.
I
The Static Between Stations
The salt air sticks to my skin, a heavy, humid veil. My
The Pulse Beneath My Fingertips
Thump-thump. The rhythm is too loud in my ears, a frantic drum
The Rhythm of Petals and Neon
The wind bites at my skin, but the roses are warm against
The Pulse Beneath the Tide
Sand between my toes—a gritty anchor against the drift of city
The Anatomy of a Golden Breath
The air tastes of salt and citrus. My chest tightens—not from
Pulse Beneath the Steel
The sun is a heavy weight on my shoulders, but the metal
The Arrhythmia of Neon Hearts
The neon lights of Akihabara bleed into my vision, a blur of
The Architecture of a Heartbeat
The tide retreats, but my pulse refuses to follow suit.
108 beats
Heartbeat in Bloom
The city's roar is a ghost behind me, but here,
