The Temperature of Forgiveness
He thinks he knows me because he’s seen my spreadsheets and
Hedgehog
The Fragile Weight of Raindrops
I’ve always preferred the rain; it's a convenient curtain
Sun-Drenched Lies and the Taste of Summer
I’ve always hated the city; it's a concrete machine
The Lunar Weight of Silence
My grandmother always said that grief is just love with nowhere to
The Velvet Silence of Us
I’ve spent three years building a glass wall around myself in
The Geometry of Solitude and Silk
I’ve spent three years perfecting the art of being untouchable. My
Satin Skin and Concrete Breath
The city is a machine designed to grind people into gray dust,
The Static Between Us
I lean against this chain-link fence like it’s the only thing
The Architecture of Abandonment
I’ve spent three years building a wall around myself that would
The Fragrance of Temporary Forever
I’ve spent three years perfecting my armor: high heels that sound
Ice Cubes and Paper-Thin Promises
I’ve spent three years perfecting the art of being untouchable in
The Effervescence of Being Known
I’ve spent three years building this wall—a sleek, white fortress
