Dust & Echoes
The dust tasted like regret. Like everything I’d built, then smashed
Urban Romance
Echoes in the Afterglow
The rain tasted like regret, even now. A lingering film on my
Echoes in Porcelain
The steam. It always curls around his shoulders, a ghost of warmth
Echoes in the Blue
The chlorine scent still clings to my skin, a ghost of summer
Static Bloom
The rain smelled like exhaust and regret, usual for this city. I’
Echoes of Lavender Rain
The rain in the city always smells like lavender, doesn’t it?
Saltwater Echoes
The chlorine stung my eyes for a second, but I didn'
The Saltwater Bloom
The chlorine still clung to my skin, a reminder of the frantic
Echoes in the Azure
The city breathes a chill, even at dawn. I pull my robe
Salt & Siren Song
The sand still held the ghost of his heat. Stupid, clinging warmth.
Echoes of Lavender
The stage lights bleed into my skin, a manufactured warmth that feels
Crimson Echoes in the Rain
The rain smelled of asphalt and something sweeter, like forgotten promises. It
