The Gravity of a Single Drop
I feel my consciousness drifting, an orbital body caught in the silent
Urban Romance
The Gilded Echo of a Touch
I have spent years perfecting my surface—a polished facade that reflects
Sands of a Quiet Heartbeat
I remember the scent that defined my life for seven years: Le
The Warmth of Calculated Desires
I’ve spent three years perfecting the art of being a ghost
The Silver Skin of Silence
I am draped in a second skin that costs more than your
Syntax Error: I Cannot Compute This Warmth
I’ve spent three hundred cycles optimizing my life into a series
The Gilded Cage of a Summer’s Breath
They’ve trained me to be a mannequin for their ambitions—stiff
The Architecture of Letting Go
For ten years, my life was a series of locked doors and
The Rhythm of Your Pulse Against Mine
I’ve always believed that true intimacy isn't found in
The Warmth I Was Never Meant To Hold
I remember the weight of my own skin before you touched it—
The High Cost of Sun and Skin
I’m told this is a healing retreat. I stand here in
Where I End and You Begin
I cannot tell you exactly when the city's noise stopped
