The Cobalt Pulse in a City of Glass
I sit atop this rusted iron hull like an ancient brush stroke
Midnight Musings
The Afterglow of Glass and Silk
The city hummed beneath me, a distant vibration of sirens and taxi
The Bittersweet Aftertaste of Midnight Salt
The wind off the coast carries a sharp, saline bite, much like
Moonlight Whispers and Midnight Serenity
The city hums a distant, rhythmic lullaby behind me, but here on
