Neon Marrow in a Concrete Ribcage
I’ve spent years scraping rust from my soul, walking through a
Urban Romance
The Thaw in a Glass Cage
I have spent three decades perfecting the art of being unreachable. My
The Sapphire Pulse in a Concrete Heart
I have always been my own best company. In this city of
The Weightlessness of a Purring Heart
I live in a city where the concrete pulls at my ankles,
The Emerald Alibi
He thinks he bought me with that penthouse on Park Avenue and
The Emerald Pulse Between Us
I stand at the edge of my own silence, feeling the city’
Neon Fever in a Concrete Cage
I wear this gold choker like a leash I’ve chosen for
The Neon Pulse Between Us
I used to think my life was just a series of gray
The Gilded Tether of Your Silence
I have spent my life mastering the art of being untouchable—a
The Velvet Pulse of Concrete Veins
The city breathes against me—a hot, metallic exhale that tastes of
Velvet Dusk in a Concrete Garden
My world is measured in floor-to-ceiling glass and the sharp scent of
The Neon Vein of Loneliness
My life is a series of well-curated walls, and I’ve spent
