The Gilded Pulse of Neon Veins
I am but a fragile mechanism of silk and starlight, my heart
Modern Romance
The Convergence of Two Parallel Souls
I live my life by the rule of thirds, partitioning every hour
The Scent of a Slow Afternoon
I left my phone in the city. I left the noise, the
The Soap Bubble That Swallowed Tuesday Afternoon
I sat on the edge of a concrete ledge that was slowly
The Architecture of a Quiet Afternoon
I have always preferred the city when it doesn't demand
The Scent of Salt and Planned Obsolescence
I’ve spent three years in a glass tower where the air
The Amber Hour in a Concrete Forest
I often feel like I am made of stardust and old poetry,
Golden Hour in a Concrete Jungle
The light hits my face like a scene from an old Super
The Velvet Noose of Tenderness
He thinks he has me pinned under the weight of his empire,
Probability Zero: The Warmth of an Unplanned Touch
Data point A: My synthetic skin registers exactly 36.5 degrees Celsius
A Velvet Trap for Cold Hearts
The city breathes in electric pulses, a rhythmic hum of steel and
The Last Frame of a Golden Hour Kiss
I can feel the edges of my world beginning to fray. The
