The Gilded Cage of Solace
They call this light 'golden,' but to me, it feels
High Fashion Noir
The Zenith of Neon Solitude
The city is a dying circuit board, and I am the only
The Cold Steel of Silk: A Sanctuary in Chrome
The tunnel is a concrete throat, swallowing the city's noise
The Gilded Cage of a Heartbeat
The chandelier light is a predatory beast, hunting every curve of my
Reflections in a Liquid Neon Dream
The city outside is a jagged pulse of white noise and cold
The Pearled Vein of Tokyo Night
The city is a predator, and I am its most exquisite sacrifice.
Silk Veils Over Scar Tissue
The silk of my kimono is a cold, architectural lie against the
The Silk Noose of Summer
They sold me as the 'face of innocence,' a curated
The Sapphire Alibi
They sell this shade of blue as 'Serenity,' but in
The Architecture of a Single Breath
I am encased in vinyl and indifference, a sleek obsidian silhouette cutting
The Velvet Noose of a Tuesday Night
I wear this emerald pendant not as jewelry, but as a trophy
The Silk Noose of Tenderness
They see a face sculpted by the gods and an empire’s
