The Alchemy of Salt and Silence
I left the city not to find someone, but to remember who
Modern Romance
The Saltwater Treaty
He thinks he has bought my time with this secluded beach and
The Salt-Water Weight of Silence
For three years, we lived in the same apartment but spoke across
The Slow Drip of Amber Light
I have spent three years learning the rhythm of a city that
The Weight of a Single Drop
The city is a furnace today, but here on the balcony, I’
The Gilded Cage of Quietude
He thinks he has me cataloged—a delicate specimen in a blue
The Sweetest Glitch in My City Heartbeat
I’ve spent five years in the concrete grid of Tokyo, my
The Last Frame of a Sugar-Coated Afternoon
I can feel my edges fraying. The lace of my dress is
The Neon Pulse of a Liquid Heartbeat
I stand in the center of an apartment that has forgotten how
Sunlight on Skin, Lies in the Heart
He calls this 'spontaneity.' I call it a well-curated date
Hum of a Pale Summer
Electric wind.
A rhythmic thrumming that tastes of ozone and old wood
The Silk Silence Between Two Heartbeats
I have learned that humans carry their cities inside them—concrete lungs,
