Salt on the Skin, Silence in the Soul
The sun is a heavy weight upon my shoulders, pressing the salt
Summer Melancholy
The Salt of Solitude and Sunlit Knits
The tide doesn't rush; it breathes. I sat on the
Salt on My Lips, Sun in My Veins
The sun is a heavy weight on my eyelids, thick and golden
Saltwater Sonnets and Sapphire Skin
The tide is a rhythmic pulse against my skin, a low-humming cello
The Salt-Stained Silence Between Us
The sun is a heavy crown upon the shoreline, but here, in
Still Drowning in Your Afterglow
The sun is too loud today. It spills over the edge of
Saltwater Ghosts in a Golden Fever
The salt crusts on my skin like a map of places I’
The Mercenary of Sunbeams
They call this 'healing.' I call it a well-rehearsed performance
The Sunshade Delusion in Beige Silk
He calls this 'healing.' He brought me to an old
The Amber Glow in a Silver Rain
The sky is a weeping canvas of slate and pearl, spilling its
The Salt-Sown Promise of a Dying Sun
I walk upon sands that have already forgotten the names of all
The Alabaster Pulse in an Iron City
I am a relic of porcelain and silence, adrift in an empire
