The Saltwater Threshold
I watch my own face in the tide, but the girl staring
Mirror Logic
The Amber Reflection of a Solitary Tide
The salt air is a lie told by the skin, but the
The Shoreline of a Glass Heart
The sand beneath my palms feels like crushed memories, dry and yielding
The Surface of Solitude
The city above is a cacophony of steel and synthetic light, but
The Salt-Stained Echo of You
I cupped the ocean in my hands, watching the water spill between
The Shoreline of My Other Self
They say the sea is a mirror, but they are wrong. It
Where Reflection Breathes
I lean against the wire mesh, my fingertips tracing the cold geometry
The Architecture of a Liquid Reflection
I stand in the center of this turquoise sanctuary, a liquid mirror
The Mirage of Stillness and Satin
I stand where the salt spray meets the warmth of fading light,
The Weight of a Gilded Reflection
I sit here, watching the steam rise from my cup like ghosts
The Blue Threshold
I am a ghost made of neon and wet silk. Every time
The Humidity of a Shared Reflection
The city breathes in heavy, humid sighs against my skin. Here, under
