Gold Plating on a Rusty Soul
The mirrors in this corridor don't show the rust, they
Rusty Cog
The Golden Rust on My Skin
They say the city is built on steel and rot, a rusted
Golden Hour Calibration: A Glimmer in the Rust Belt
I've spent a lifetime cataloging the oxidation of steel and
Scraping Rust from Blue Domes: A Wastelander's Soft Landing
My boots crunch on the dust, but not that gray ash I
Scrap Metal Heart & The Fur Fortress
The city down there looks like a rusted junkyard from this altitude,
Ghost Light Bloom
The city exhales a cold breath, doesn’t it? Another night slick
Echoes in Concrete & Lace
The city breathes rust. It always has, even before the storms came.
Sun-Drenched Ghosts
The salt spray…it tastes like static. Like memories trying to pull
Echoes in Steel & Glass
The train screeches, a metal beast hungry for souls. I don’t
Golden Hour Ghosts
Dust motes danced in the last light, same as the memories. This
Shadow Bloom
Dust settles on everything, even inside. Like the way it clings to
Chrome Dust & Cotton Sheets
The sun bled through the gaps in the blinds, a fine film
