The Scent of Sun-Soaked Cotton
I wore the dress fresh from the dryer, carrying that distinct, heavy
Laundry Line
The Scent of Sun-Soaked Linens
Sitting here on the bamboo raft, I can't help but
The Scent of Freshly Washed Morning Light
I stood on the edge of this misty peak, wearing a robe
The Witch's First Cup of Tea
The moon is a heavy, cold coin hanging in the sky, and
The Weight of Silk
The sunlight feels different here, doesn't it? Warmer, maybe. It
Neon & Lavender
The city hums, a low thrum against my skin. It's
The Weight of Silk
The light here is kind, isn't it? It softens the
The Weight of Unspoken Things
The chipped porcelain warmed my hands, but not enough to chase away
Sunlight & Lingering Heat
The sunlight caught the gold of my bikini, same way it catches
Salt & Silk
The wind tasted of salt and something sweeter, a hint of the
Currents & Silk
The salt always smells like remembered rain.
He said he’d find
Rosy Afterglows
The scent of lavender still clings to the sheets, a ghost of