Crimson Trace of You
The city bleeds neon, but he…he’s a warmth that clings.
Sensual Fiction
Static Between Heartbeats
The city breathes neon and loneliness, a rhythm I used to translate
Ephemeral Resonance
The city’s hum is a low thrum against my skin, a
The Weight of Smoke
The rain had been relentless all day. Like it always seemed to
Rain on Crimson
The rain arrived like a slow, insistent regret. It smeared the city
The Weight of Dusk
The cobblestones bit into my heels, a cold insistence against the wool
