“It is just my imagination that flies, While she is wrapped up in her bedsheets like a nest.” — Kiera Woodhull Copy Share Image
“If only you could have witnessed how much I have changed: sit alone in a disused theatre and feel what I have felt, see… — Kiera Woodhull Copy Share Image
“I fix the cramped, lined pages with my curious stare. How do you come to exist?” — Kiera Woodhull Copy Share Image
“Hold your venom Do you recognise the instinct in me, fellow scorpion?” — Kiera Woodhull Copy Share Image
“It is just my imagination that flies, While she is wrapped up in her bedsheets like a nest.” — Kiera Woodhull Copy Share Image
“We wrote our names in the sand You crossed mine out: I can't get back to the way I was.” — Kiera Woodhull Copy Share Image
“Where is my oasis? Too far from here for me to crawl with these dead legs, refusing to co-operate Hands and fingers clawing uselessly… — Kiera Woodhull Copy Share Image
