heart-garden sighs
petals lean like tired dancers
spilling the sill
drama in soft pink whispers
a pixel bird
loops its tiny song all night
blue router light
paints the leaves in insomnia
drought inside me
watered only by glitch tears
when netflix blinks
and asks if i’m still watching
power cord sage
gnarled root above my grave
bury me here
under the gentle hum of loss
cracked phone screen sky
clouds made of thumbprint smudges
carve something small
no marble, no fuss, just this:
“she scrolled sweet,
she liked hearts like fireflies,
then pressed goodnight
let the battery dream deep”
