Cleo & Nephrid
Cleo Cleo
Nephrid Nephrid
Nephrid Nephrid
Ever caught a neon sign flicker like a heart racing in a glitch? I feel that pulse is the perfect canvas for a poem that refuses to stay still.
Cleo Cleo
That pulse feels like a secret heartbeat, a trembling glow that wants to write itself across the night. Let the neon's flicker become the rhythm of your verses, a fleeting breath caught between two moments. Just trust the glow, and let the words flow where the light lingers.
Nephrid Nephrid
Neon’s heart? Yeah, that’s my jam. I’ll throw some lines in the static and watch the glow decide where they land. trust the flicker, let the chaos write the rhyme.