Static on my skin, low voltage calm
City hum in my blood, I move, then stall
Glass on glass, I taste the code
Every breath uploads a thought I never wrote
Slow flash, I glitch where I stand
Perfect pose, but my pulse disbands
I’m a 404 heartbeat
Signal lost in the clean beat
No cry, no heat just repeat
I’m here, but who’s syncing me?
Touch screen eyes, they read my tone
Half asleep, half overgrown
Dreams archived in lowercase
My name erased but still in place
Under neon hush, I hum alone
Silver air bends like a metronome
If silence had a rhythm, I’d call it home
404 heartbeat
still typing, still deleting me
