The Carousel's Quiet Conquest
He thinks he owns the city with his steel towers and silent
Urban Romance
The Fragile Architecture of Surrender
I stand amidst the brutalist concrete of this city, a white swan
Prism Hearts in Neon Rain
I am wearing a skin made of light and plastic, an iridescent
The Neon Latitude of Your Touch
I have mapped this alleyway not by its concrete boundaries, but by
Black Silk and Grease Stains
I wore this suit like armor to a gala where people spoke
The Warmth of a Frozen Moment
I am walking toward him because I have already arrived.
My coat
The Midnight Jasmine's First Rain
In the concrete heart of this city, I had become a winter
The Polished Gear in a City of Rust
This city is just one big heap of oxidized dreams, and I’
The Crimson Echo in a Neon Rain
The world tonight feels like an old Technicolor reel, saturated with longing
The Teal Solstice in a Glass City
My life has been a curated exhibition of cold surfaces—white marble
Sapphire Pulse in a Neon Rain
I sit upon this cold concrete edge, a single brushstroke of blue
The Weight of a Summer Smile
I have spent three years building a city inside myself—walls of
