Echoes in Static
The cobalt bled into her eyelids.
A silence sculpted by circuits, a
The Nameless Poet
Echoes in Velvet
The city bled indigo.
Headphones, a bruised fruit against her temples.
Not
Salt & Static
The rain fractured.
Each drop, a borrowed memory.
Skin slicked with ghosts
Sunstone Bloom
The asphalt remembers rain.
I trace the veins of a sunflower, its