I devour the raw human body. I cradle its imperfections in my arms With tender strength and heartache. I make it art. But humans hide Beneath fashion and face-paint, Exercise and scalpel doctors Who cut their face and make it art Of a consumable kind. I get it. I do it all the time. I … Continue reading Scalpels



She had a love-hate relationship with her tears. Which really just symbolised her difficult relationship with emotions - well, any emotion that betrayed vulnerability. She did not fully comprehend tears. What purpose did it serve? Why, at their most emotional, do people leak from their eyes? It was laughable, perhaps ironically. She was proud of … Continue reading Tearless