Static Bloom
The rain smelled of asphalt and something metallic, a cold tang that
Modern Love
Neon Echoes
The rain smelled like asphalt and possibility. I watched it slide down
Neon Echoes
The rain arrived softly.
It blurred the neon signs, softened the edges
Static Bloom
The rain always smells of regret in this city. It clings to
Dust & Echoes
The dust tasted like regret. Like everything I’d built, then smashed
Echoes in the Blue
The chlorine scent still clings to my skin, a ghost of summer
Static Bloom
The rain smelled like exhaust and regret, usual for this city. I’
Echoes of Lavender Rain
The rain in the city always smells like lavender, doesn’t it?
Echoes in Azure
The chlorine whispers a forgotten song,
a lullaby of sun and restless
Echoes in the Azure
The city breathes a chill, even at dawn. I pull my robe
Salt & Siren Song
The sand still held the ghost of his heat. Stupid, clinging warmth.
Echoes of Lavender
The stage lights bleed into my skin, a manufactured warmth that feels
