The Blue Velvet Lie of Modern Romance
They told me the ocean heals. A lie sold in brochures with
Vogue Assassin
The Silk Trap: A Morning Dissection of Desire
The cobblestones bite into the heels of the unworthy, but I glide
The Blue Hyacinth's Silent Slaughter of Grief
They call this place a garden, but we know it’s just
Shattered Perspectives: A Love Affair with Reflections
I clicked the shutter, capturing a moment that felt stolen from time
The Velvet Stranglehold of Times Square
I stand in the center of Times Square, a living mannequin amidst
The Velvet Suture: A Winter's Mercy in Gold Thread
The cold here doesn't just bite; it dissects. Standing before
Ephemeral Grace
The silk, a whisper against skin that’s known too many harsh
Gilded Cages & Salt Air
The salt spray tasted like freedom, a fleeting luxury I rarely allowed
The Gilded Cage of Porcelain Skin
The silk, a glacial touch against skin accustomed to colder things. Another
The Gilded Cage of Comfort
They say cashmere is a weakness, a surrender to softness in a
The Gilded Cage of Porcelain Skin
The chipped porcelain of this vase, a relic from my grandmother’s
Concrete Bloom
The chipped paint and spray can residue are the truest form of
