The Surface Tension of Silence
The humidity of the city usually clings to my skin like a
Stiletto Diary
The Geometry of Fireworks and Skin
By day, I am a creature of glass and steel. My life
The Architecture of a Breath
The city is a symphony of steel and deadlines, a relentless metronome
Salt on My Skin, Steel in My Soul
The city never stops humming, a low-frequency vibration that rattles my ribcage
The Scent of Softened Ambition
The scent of jasmine always smells like a truce between my public
The Softest Rebellion
The city is a machine of glass and steel, and I am
The Alchemy of Sand and Silk
The city hums in my ears even here, a ghost frequency of
The Salt of Solitude
The boardroom was a cage of glass and steel, where my voice
The Architecture of Softness
I am accustomed to the cold architecture of glass and steel, where
The Currency of Silence
The fluorescent hum of the office still vibrates in my marrow, a
Reflections in Liquid Silver
I am draped in liquid chrome, a reflection of the neon static
Between Silk and Steel
My heels are kicked off, and for the first time in fourteen
