An Artificial Transfusion
The blood that flows beneath our skin Is turned red by haemoglobin, Which binds with oxygen in part, Transferring life from lungs to heart.
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Translucent Vessels
Vessels Running beneath my skin – Like the network Of a tightly-knit Urban sprawl. All closely ravelled together – A well-trod map to my Heart. But
Artificial Pain
When something that once was has gone, It lingers in a phantom land; You find the strength to carry on, Then close your eyes and