DARK WATERS
By Phoebe Elms Red billows seep on the water’s surface, Cuts to my veins to symbolise the pain, My way of coping in this hell’s furnace....
DARK WATERS
NOMAD
RE: SEPT 29
A TEMPEST
AN ADDICT IMPRISONED BY THE POSSIBILITY OF RELAPSE
DECLINE
SHE THOUGHT
AUNTIES RIVER
HALLOWEEN
NARCISSUS
DAFFODIL
PLACE CALLED HOME
LOVER, LEECH
REVERSE VAMPIRES
THE TEMPTATION OF SUICIDE
A DYING FLAME
BURIAL
PROPELLED INTO PARALLELED EXISTENCE
MURDERER
DECEMBER 1999