A little something that wouldn’t let me go to sleep last night until I had written it down. She writes with the blood in her
Ivy fingers keep coming back to me. In their gentle grasp life felt whole. Pieces held together firmer in their place. Twisting around my body
Flight used to only belong to you; soaring through the sky, the heavens were yours Now you’re not alone. The skies are crowded with human
The Dark, they say, is the absence of light. My heart disagrees. Without light there is no colour and in The Dark that’s all I
Existing in reflection a presence of vast emptiness. Are you waiting? Waiting in the sky of a timeless day and yet, still dancing upon
On the first day, They had made a sheep That was identical in every way. It was a huge genetics leap, The scientists would say.