The Fragile Architecture of Us
I hate these festivals. Too many bodies pressed together, too much synthetic
Hedgehog
The Static Between Us
I stand here in this neon-lit purgatory of a convention hall, clutching
The Frost Between Us Thaws at Midnight
I’ve spent three years perfecting my armor: a high-rise office, an
The Lavender Shield Against the City's Noise
This city is a concrete throat that swallows people whole without even
The Blue Hour of Forgetting
I spent three years perfecting the art of being untouchable. My hair
The Latitude of Longing
I told him this trip was a waste of time. I called
The Velvet Armor of Midnight
I wear this black leather dress like a barricade. It’s stiff,
The Warmth Between Our Silence
I’ve spent three years building walls out of iron and sarcasm,
The Blue Hour Between Us
My life is an exercise in precision—sharp edges, cold coffee, and
The Neon Vein of Loneliness
My life is a series of well-curated walls, and I’ve spent
The Silk Armor of Solitude
I’ve spent ten years building walls out of deadlines, spreadsheets, and
The Salt-Stained Armor of My Heart
I’ve spent three years building a city of ice around myself
