airstage

Head full of memes, perfume like dread,

Lip gloss glitchin’, thoughts unread.

Clickin’ her nails in a lo-fi thread,

Eyes say “huh?” but her heels stay red.

Love.exe can’t be found,

Still I breathe you in the sound.

404, you pixel in my blood—

Glitchin’ dreams I won’t shut down.”