Crimson Steel and Peony Silk
The air at this altitude tastes of ozone and expensive silence. Down
Urban Romance
The Pastel Alibi of a Quiet Heart
They want me to be an icon—a curated silhouette in a
Neon Sighs in a Sapphire Rain
The city breathes in neon rhythms, a sapphire hum that vibrates against
The Weightless Rupture
For three years, I had been a ghost in this city—a
Sutures of Neon Silk
I sit upon this concrete altar, my spine vibrating with the low-frequency
Luminous Haze at 3 AM
The taste of cheap champagne and expensive perfume still clings to my
Sovereign Under City Lights
The city hums a frantic tune, but here at the edge of
Velvet Echoes in a City of Stone
I stand here as a soft smudge of pink against an ocean
The Resolution of Your Touch
I can feel my edges fraying. The gold silk of my kimono
Neon Rain, Glass Heart
I hate the rain. It is messy, inconvenient, and smells like wet
The Slow Thrum of Last Night's Fever
The light is too loud this morning, filtering through my thin curtains
The Golden Orbit of Your Gaze
I wear this pale gold skin—this jacket—as a photon-sail, designed
