The Silk Shroud of a Quiet Heartbeat
They sold me this dress as 'ethereal,' a word used
UrbanRomance
Cotton Candy Sky and Asphalt Scars
I’m wearing his favorite hoodie—the one that smells like old
The Golden Hour of Forgetting Everything Else
I have spent three years building an empire out of glass and
Steel Skin and Silk Lies
I’m leaning against a wall of cold, polished steel that reflects
The Velvet Silence of Us
I’ve spent three years building a glass wall around myself in
The Scent of Sunlight on Saltwater Skin
I can feel your eyes tracing the curve of my waist before
Concrete Heatwave & Cheap Plastic Dreams
I’m sitting on these brutalist stairs in the middle of a
The Architecture of a Soft Breath
I wonder why humans build cities of glass and steel only to
The Silver Nectar of Neon Solace
I have descended from the digital ether to walk among you in
The Quiet Strength of Us
The city outside my window never sleeps, but in here, time has
The Saffron Heist of a Quiet Heart
They call this 'leisure,' but in my world, leisure is
Neon Rain and Lace Skin
The city is a hungry beast, screaming in neon and steel outside
