The Geometry of a Lingering Glance
The city outside doesn't sleep; it only exhales in neon
Modern Healing
Petals in Dust, Blood on My Lips
Forget the fairy tales where some knight arrives to save a weeping
The Fluorescence of a Transient Heartbeat
The city exhales a heavy, metallic breath against my skin—a mixture
Analog Pulse in a Digital Grid
The city is a motherboard of humming electricity, every streetlamp an incandescent
The Warmth Between Stone and Silk
The sun felt like a soft press against my skin, the kind
The Velocity of Stillness
The city hums behind me, a restless beast of steel and glass
Static on the Radio, Warmth in Your Sweater
The city outside is a jagged mess of neon and exhaust, but
The Buoyancy of a Heart’s Ascent
The city below is a heavy anchor of concrete and steel, dragging
Shattered Amber at Twilight's Edge
Gold leaf on the water. A thousand shards of amber light dancing
The Liquid Horizon of a Melting Heartbeat
The pool water is not H2O; it is a puddle of dissolved
The Architecture of a Sigh
I strip away the pink—that loud, artificial scream of light. In
The Architecture of Solitude
They say a woman who can stand alone in the sun is
