Gold Plating on a Rusty Soul
The mirrors in this corridor don't show the rust, they
Neon Noir
The Sweetest Protocol: A Midnight Glitch
I sat in the velvet booth where reality began to glitch, surrounded
The Clockwork Sun's Last Embrace in the Neon Crypt
The great mirrored sphere above spins like a fractured heart, casting prisms
The Red & Blue of Her
The neon 'BLAVTSN' sign hummed, a low electric purr that
Static Between Heartbeats
The rain tasted like static tonight, a familiar burn on my tongue.
