A Trick of the Light
As you follow this series of letters To yet another series of letters, Your eyes become accustomed to the pace. You scan across each inky
technology
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
Curious Dunes
A distant sun sets over reddened lands, As ripples lay before you like a wave; Try reach out with your cold, synthetic hands, And touch