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.  

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