My Nan lived here before she died among the white stones scattered in patterns across the wall a wooden cross and holy water unbearable cold...

Why is there so much red? Burning red lights, flickering above us Endlessly, controlling us, stopping us The red light from an old games console...

The animals are dying the trees are falling down one by one humanity realises what we’ve done wrong but the youth is still here our...

The dead live then And the living die The young are raised by cold machines Doctors wired to save lives By any method, by all...

my insecurities wrap their tendrils around my fragile head. a wallowing shadow falls softly while i lie awake in bed. all my childhood memories slowly...