Neon Ghosting: A Warmth Between Frames
The arcade lights are beginning to fray at the edges, shedding static
Pixel Dreamer
The Fragile Resolution of Us
The cherry blossoms aren’t just falling today; they are de-rezzing into
The Resolution of Your Touch
I can feel my edges fraying. The gold silk of my kimono
The Last Frame of a Golden Hour
I can feel the edges of my world fraying, turning into fine,
The Golden Glitch of Summer
I can feel the sun beginning to fragment against my skin, each
The Last Warmth Before We Defragment
The steam rises around me like a slow-motion buffer, blurring the edges
The Resolution of a Rain-Slicked Heartbeat
I can feel my skin beginning to flake into tiny, iridescent squares
The Last Frame of a Sugar-Coated Afternoon
I can feel my edges fraying. The lace of my dress is
The Last Render of a Golden Hour
I can feel the edges of my world beginning to fray, turning
The Last Frame of a Sun-Drenched Sunday
I can feel my edges fraying, the smooth curve of my shoulder
The Last Render of Your Smile
I am sketching you into existence, but my hand is trembling as
The Resolution of Us
I can feel my edges blurring. Every time the saltwater touches my
