Emerald Vertigo
The jade dress, a vertical echo of longing. It clings like the
Sensual Fiction
City Lights, Lingering Touch
The rain tasted of the city – steel and longing, a flavor I
Crimson Trace of You
The city bleeds neon, but he…he’s a warmth that clings.
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
