Neon Veins and Skin Like Silk
The train hums a low, vibrating lullaby against my ribcage, the kind
urban romance
The Caffeine Ghost of Last Night
The city is still humming, but I’m vibrating on a different
The Salt-Stained Sanctuary
The wind is a serrated blade of salt and spray, carving through
The Persistence of a Fading Pulse
I am not entirely here, yet my skin remembers the friction of
Venom in the Velvet Cup
The city outside is a jagged machine of neon and indifference, grinding
The Velvet Curtains of a Midnight Miso Soup
The theater is silent, but my heart beats in a rhythm that
The Geometry of a Solitary Glow
The city is a circuit board of light, pulsing with the electricity
The Algorithm of a Warm Breath
My pulse is a rhythmic sequence of zeros and ones, yet here,
The Frequency of a Silent Heartbeat
The studio is a tomb of acoustic foam and shadows, yet here
The Amber Glow Between Skyscrapers
The city outside is a tapestry of cold steel and distant neon,
The Geometry of Stillness: A Thread of Warmth
The city outside is a jagged neon fracture, but here, inside the
The Architecture of a Lingering Breath
The city outside is a grid of cold neon and geometric indifference,
