Deadly Nails
Give me your hand as I mask my concerns, sit back and relax with worries about skin as I remove old polish (how we talk)
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Give me your hand as I mask my concerns, sit back and relax with worries about skin as I remove old polish (how we talk)
Stubborn stains swirl across the room, as yellowed rugs and mottled drapes swish callously in stifling drafts of vice. Surfaces soaked forever in the selfish
In aged woods you lie, bodies bent with wind and rot and time. Withered roots entwine the soil, labyrinths of memories that bind you to
At the top of the world you sparkle with seclusion, sheathed in winter’s blade from the grubby tracks of those tainted, foul machines. But something
Countless contaminants pour forth from progress into organic systems that purred with life. Every novel entity a jagged cog catching the fabric of our planet’s
Swirling underground, invisible toxins leach into view. Potent cocktails of mismanaged waste that ebb and drift and flow. Flow into wells that hide in plain
Thank you for taking the time to reflect on the proximities to violence in your life and social networks. You said you personally know X
Greying apparitions scurry silently down hirsute paths, nestled amongst the cloying warmth of flaking skin. Their crude cement seeps across the contours of our ancient
Surging through the spray, swelling hands cast salty nets through unseen lines. Stripes of shaded power that bulge and swing and sway. Shearing swathes of
We scavenge the coastlines, in search of living, low-tech tools that carry within them the promise of our climate’s past and future tense. Geochemical proxies