Faceless spectres stand in silent accusation
as cloying darkness compresses light into void...

She stands amid the chanting mass
crushed on all sides like a pebble between...

Youthful aspirations hold
the world in pristine hands...

Why can’t I be a princess?
Said the youngster to his mum...

On rheumatic finger once slender and lithe,
Pearlescent gem still proudly resides...

Candystripe petals peek
through deep green leaves...

Sara shouted “Boddox!”
As she tore her brand new dress...

Multicoloured vibrant hues
Belie the nature clouded deep...

Their numbers swelled as did the pride
Of those who sailed across the sea...

Poisonous beauty.
Spreading lauded wings...

Churning assimilation in guts torn open to reveal
bleak innards meshed in manias grip...

In annual repetition he came,
Sorrow sweeping the path before him...