Ink Stains on Wet Velvet
The air in here tastes like old paper and the ghost of
Midnight Neon
Amber Haze: The Architecture of a Sigh
The air here tastes of ozone and synthetic jasmine, a thick vapor
The Scent of Wet Concrete and Salted Skin
The air here is thick, a humid blanket of chlorine and sun-baked
Static Electricity Under a Wet Sky
The asphalt is breathing tonight, exhaling a heavy mist that tastes of
The Afterglow of a Salt-Stained Sun
The humidity hangs thick over the city like a damp veil, clinging
Static Electricity on Wet Asphalt
The air tastes of ozone and cheap gin, a thick humidity clinging
The Vapor Trail of a Summer Ghost
The rain outside is a blurred watercolor, weeping against the glass in
Prism Heartbeats in a Concrete Rain
The humidity hangs heavy like a damp veil over the alleyway, smelling
Cerulean Whispers in a Rain-Kissed Corner
The city breathes outside my window like an exhausted beast, exhaling steam
Neon Saltwater Sighs
The city is a fever dream of concrete and neon, but here,
Satin Echoes in a Bamboo Dream
The city is a fever dream of neon static and cold glass,
Saffron Saltwater Dreams
The city always felt like a damp wool coat, heavy and smelling
