The Deaths Of Millions

I have spoken to the rest of the world and we all feel sorry for you. Because we get to look at you but all you have to look at, is us.

The Last Place We Saw Them

Gasping for air and sanity. Moon and stars and clouds and night. Out of breath and breathless. Pillows and sheets and blankets and you. I will drown in this bed. They say it’s just like going to sleep.

The New Species

I want to weave you into me. Stick your thorns in and grow. Bleed sap and feel this shining light. Grow strange leaves. Bear this fruit. Share this soil. Bury ourselves. Reach for the sun. Strip this bark. Carve a name and a heart into me. Please.

The Train After Dinner

The food in French restaurants turns to bread and water without you.

The Absence Of Oxygen

Forget the air. I'll breathe you instead.

The Helix

To be soft like plasticine. Each step you fall down lending a hand to you. Shaping you. Rather than stopping you.

The Mechanics Of Puppetry

I guess I should say thank you, for cutting all my strings. But if it's all the same to you, I wish you'd left my wings.