Solar Flare & Silk: The Golden Hour Confession
The city skyline is a blur of amber and orange, but my
Neon Muse
Cobalt Heart, Sunflower Soul
I stepped out of the grey subway tunnel and into this explosion
Bleeding Blue and Red Light
The rain doesn't fall here; it descends in sheets of
Ephemeral Echoes
The dust motes danced, each a tiny spotlight on my porcelain skin.
Azure Reverie
The chlorine scent, usually a sharp sting, was softened by the memory
City Static & Velvet Touch
The city hummed, a low thrum against my skin, but all I
Ephemeral Bloom
The city held its breath, a steel and glass leviathan momentarily stunned
Carousel Dreams & Roller Rink Glances
The neon spun, a dizzying halo around the chipped paint of this
Crimson Bloom on Concrete
The city exhales a cold breath, doesn’t it?
It tries to
