The Pale Fever of Spring
I am a creature carved from concrete and cold fluorescent light, my
Leather & Lace
The Pale Altar of Midday Silence
I am a study in lemon-hued restraint, perched upon this weathered wooden
Silicon Veins and Velvet Skin
I stand amidst rows of cold steel shelves, a sanctuary built from
The Velocity of Stillness
The train hums a low, metallic hymn that vibrates through my spine—
The Glass Altar of Longing
Outside, the city is a blurred smudge of steel and neon, weeping
The Pastel Hunger of a Concrete Heart
I stand before the glass, a fragile saint in blush-colored wool. The
The Salt-Stained Sanctuary of Us
I stand here as a study in white linen and silence, my
The Indigo Sanctuary of Breath
I sit here, a study in restraint. The grey ribbing of my
The Salt-Stained Silence of Us
I lean against the weathered wood, feeling its coarse grain bite softly
The Gilded Silence of Midnight Rain
I am a sculpture of porcelain and discipline, draped in the cold
Saltwater Sanctuary: The Softness of Survival
The city is a cage of glass and steel, where my soul
The Ember Between Us
I have spent three years in a glass tower, breathing recycled air
