Petals of a Slow Sunday
The city outside my window hums its last gray note, and I
The Platform Where You Almost Arrive
The platform breathes in cool, metallic air while my cardigan holds the
The Hand That Held the Midnight Tide
I extend my palm into the dark, not to push you away
The Load-Bearing Wall That Learned to Lean
I built myself as a single-story structure in the grey hour of
The Softest Gear in a Rusted World
The city out there is all oxidized steel and dead neon, a
The High-Voltage Heartbeat Behind My Steel Armor
My armor is forged from black leather and chrome buckles, every strap
The Starfish I Wore for a Summer That Refused to End
The afternoon light falls across my skin like a slow exhale, and
Patch Notes for a Warm Morning: You Were Never Broken, Only Misrendered
I woke up with the sun doing its slow, smug rendering pass
The Softness That Stays
The city outside had already gone quiet, its neon bleeding softly against
The Load-Bearing Lace of a Quiet Morning
I treat my body like a structure that has finally stopped leaking.
The Frame I Held for You
I found the cassette in the coat pocket of a stranger'
The Secret My Skin Kept for You
The city had gone quiet the way a held breath goes quiet,
