Crimson Resonance
The city breathes cold, a metal lung scraping against bone. He finds
Voodoo Tech
Static Between Heartbeats
The city breathes static, a low thrum against skin. He finds me
Salt & Static
The salt spray tasted like static on my skin, a pale imitation
The Static Between Heartbeats
They say the heart is a muscle, pumping blood. They are wrong.
