It's 4 AM So I'm Allowed To Write Nonsense

I'm falling down

Scratched film
Microscopic memories
Sweet lullabies

I'm coming home 

A ruined garden.
I spoke for the yellow flowers
"Our roots are gone."

I'm waking up

Limp rag dolls
Blood cools on the pavement.
Stones weep rain

I'm washed away.