Covering Your Teeth

My skin is inhaling hope Through pores that Have known too much Contempt When the sun rises I see your name And I take The syllables of Your breath To my prayers I ask for protection And light that rests As it must, instead Of going dark We are a part Of a living deathContinue reading “Covering Your Teeth”

Fish & Chips & God

*Trigger warning, this story has content that may be unsuitable for those under 18. *A short-story that I never did get to submit to a Bloomsbury competition. This piece, like everything on LughLana, is protected under Copyright law. The plasticine ward smelled like oldness and sickness. It inspired that peculiar sense of contempt that oneContinue reading “Fish & Chips & God”