Life is slow dying.

“Those long uneven linesStanding as patientlyAs if they were stretched outsideTh…”

“How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take…”

“They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do.They fill…”

“On pillow after pillow liesThe wild white hair and staring eyes;Jaws stand open…”