Ephemeral Echoes
The city exhaled a cold breath, but he found me. A silhouette
Monochrome Ghost
The Static Between Us
The city breathes a cold, fluorescent light. It catches on the slick
The Weight of Silver
The glass feels cool against my fingertips. Another sip, another layer shed.
The Geometry of Absence
The city exhales, a pale ghost against the grey. He found me
Echoes of White Light
The light is a constant here – white noise bleeding through the blinds.
