Dead Key

by clippedtrust · 01/02/2026
Published 01/02/2026 16:10

Login screen.

A blank white field.

My fingers, knowing, lean

and type a name, revealed


from years ago.

dragonfly_wings_7.

A phantom show.

A place, once heaven


for indie bands,

gone. The forum dead.

My hand still understands

the path the letters tread.


A ghost key.

No lock to meet.

A quiet memory,

bitter, almost sweet.

#melancholy #memory

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