I’m bed-ridden with the flu, although secretly I think it’s the Scarlette Plague, and my time on this planet is down to a matter of mere hours. I’ve come out in a rash too, although the attractive Asian girl at the chemist told me it was just an allergic reaction. I asked her… Read more

  Human suffering. I want them to do to you what they did to me. I want to see the tears in your eyes as you realise this isn’t a dream. Drunk and frozen to my brittle bones, the shape of your breasts reminds me of the safety of my childhood. Eyelashes and nudity. Discarded promises.… Read more

  Generation dead = Netflix and chill. Deformed and malnourished. Mutilated like a police officer being dragged along frenzied Venezuelan streets. As the knife goes in, it’s reminiscent of how I used to take you; no mercy, no care, and now I’m trying hard to find a remedy in your faltering image. Stripped naked as the crowd… Read more

  She snorts coke from the shaft of your cock. You’re worried it’ll go limp, so you think of taking her sister from behind, and everything stays the same. She cuts her wrists but gets bored yeah it’s so boring. Flashing lights and suicide. Daddy abuse and the sensation of drowning as you suck on… Read more

  I fantasise about having you, but you’ll never be mine. Maybe if I tried, but what’s the point in trying; these things come naturally or not at all. Lay next to me. Don’t say a word, just hold my hand and let us breathe in synch with the sound of a broken clock. The… Read more

  Scenes of a heavenly nature. Noire scorched by starlight as she widens to the sound of a hundred screaming hyenas. Stairwells soaked with blood. Footprints from my heart to hers. Soaked with sweat and clothes ripped to shreds, the circles grow bigger with every pill. Write some words of permanence, and then throw them… Read more

  Lifetimes spent working, bleeding. Vessels half submerged. Ex-lovers. Spirits in their touch and fingernails creeping unknown even to them. Open your mouth and let me do things I can’t comprehend. Let me take you down. Searchlights as you undress on the balcony. Distant music as the animals are doused in petrol and set alight.… Read more

  I wish I were in it for the money, but all I care about is the soul. Impossible dreams regarding lost love; childhood fantasies the stuff of which the adult world does its best to extinguish. Find me drunk and in love beneath bedsheets on restless Sunday afternoons. It’s not the thing to do… Read more