It is not the heart
that suffers most...

You wear fangs
to kiss me...

The sunrise is blushing pink,
seeping through gaps in the curtains...

we will never run out of
writing for the things...

Until there’s nothing
more to love...

To the man
who tore his lovers...

Wounds suppurate and fester; lesions across the...
barely stretch across a relentlessly churning...

it stirs
in the deepest...

Part of me
wanted to steal...

The campfire is comforting;
our palms are warmed...

"All Lives Matter"
"Reopen the schools...

We rest our heads together
amongst crisp packets and empty tins...