Emily Dickinson's Tiktok Addiction

I sidle a hand through the ink-bleeding screen, My automaton heart now a fistful of glee. For a flickering vigil in Purity's name, Lie comatose dour mockery of roses and flame! Only such beauty in idyll remains Soaring from laughter 'fore its wilted decay, ‘What gorgeous weather we're having these days’ — I'll be wringing out my bones and hanging them up to dry once the sun grows far too bashful a rival for the concrete shadows of a Haptic sky —