My eyes bare upward,
as though in prayer, longing, like the one thing...

Dedicated to the countless war poets, and all of...
“When the prison guards burned his manuscripts...

This is my humanity;
whittled lovingly to a sharp point...

Like any good daughter, I move my body forward.
A sacrifice on the table of family gratitude and...

The world is shredding itself in the hope of...
A father, looks at his son for the last time...

The story continues, as sore as skin rubbed
dangerously red, it’s colour like fire from the...

"Do you really think i ate the fruit unwillingly...
He kisses me. Pomegranate...

Your hands are like prefix’s; you tether me to...
feeling oddly like I could glitch in and out...

I’ll hand you a scalpel.
Use it as you wish...

There is an indent in the spaces between
those two moles of which your fingers uncovered...

I am made more of scar tissue,
Than I am made of skin...

I wish I could get as close as the threads
of your winter jumper, so close that...