nude in a private courtyard

The last one doesn’t rush. Doesn’t cry.Just stares at the house like it owes her something.“You ever...

By now, they blur together—perfume, heels, half-smiles.One asks if you ever get tired of being invisible.You say,...

Tonight’s guest leaves before the candles die.She doesn’t look back, just mutters, “Same speech, same ending.”You offer...

The courtyard glows in marble and money.You stand by the gate, shadow on polished stone.Every morning, another...