The Steam Between Two Worlds
The steam rises like a veil between who I am and who
Mirror Logic
The Gilded Fracture of a Fever Dream
The city outside is a cacophony of gray concrete and cold sirens,
The Saltwater Threshold
I watch my own face in the tide, but the girl staring
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
