patchwork child

pulse

fizzing, bubbling
long nail tapping
sweet like candy
body buzzing bee

bright screen
clicky clacky keys
eyes open
heart shaped windows

music fills a dim room
bending to the beat
something so familiar
a comfort more than breath

something stronger
burning, warming
stolen love and care
distracting, deluding

sighing, falling
turning over palms
veins pulsing
as every breathing being

bright can, brighter screen
nothing really belongs
at least i've got some friends
they don't pulse like me