The Reflected Noon
The city was a cacophony of glass and steel, a place where
Mirror Logic
The Glass Is More Real Than The Skin
I watched her through the pane, a perfect duplicate of my own
The Wet Asphalt Mirror: A Reflection of Warmth in a Cold City
I walked through the city, feeling like an island amidst the bustling
The Velvet Reflection in Red Lettering
I stepped onto the stone stairs, clutching a bouquet of pink roses
The Glass Ocean's Reflection
I stand barefoot on the shifting sand, feeling a warmth that feels
Golden Hour Reverie
The dust motes dance, a mirrored constellation in the sun’s descent.
The Echo of Your Gaze
The city breathes against my skin, a humid pulse mirroring the one
Neon Reverie
The city exhales, a humid breath against my skin. Each neon flicker
Echoes in Silver & Stone
The bridge sighs, a metallic echo of the thoughts I try to
The Static Between Us
He said he liked the way the city lights fractured in my
Lacuna of Silk
The light falls here differently. Always has. It’s not the same
Reflections in Saltwater Bloom
The water remembers everything, you know. It clings to the edges of
