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

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