The Sunset That Drank My Shadow
I stood on the roof while my high heels slowly turned into
Urban Surrealism
The Basketball That Breathed My Name
I stood at the threshold of a classroom where gravity had decided
The Vanilla Eclipse of a Liquid Tuesday
I sit upon a bench that is slowly turning into warm brie,
The Bioluminescent Pulse of a Tuesday Night
My skin is no longer mere epidermis; it has become an installation,
The Soap Bubble That Swallowed Tuesday Afternoon
I sat on the edge of a concrete ledge that was slowly
The Liquid Architecture of Your Touch
I live in a city where the skyscrapers breathe and occasionally lean
The Liquid Pulse of a Concrete Heartbeat
I woke up today to find my bedroom walls softening into warm
