Velvet Static
Rain-slicked streets, a blur of neon. Your gaze,
a slow burn against
short story
Emerald Vertigo
The jade dress, a vertical echo of longing. It clings like the
The Weight of Silk & Secrets
The chill from the marble floor climbs, a subtle sting against my
Ephemeral Echoes in Frost
The city breathes, a frosted sigh against my cheek. It’s funny,
Golden Hour Ghosts
Dust motes danced in the last light, same as the memories. This
The Static Between Heartbeats
The chipped ceramic warmed my palms, a mundane comfort against the chill
The Distance Between Columns
The glass and steel of this office tower reflect the city back
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.
The Geometry of Longing
They say the city erases individuality, yet it’s here, amidst the
The Tangent of Touch
The light, a single vector bisecting the room, fell upon my skin
Ghost Signals & Late-Night Texts
The city hummed, a low frequency throb against the glass. Another Saturday