“It is just my imagination that flies,While she is wrapped up in her bedsheetslike a nest.”
— Kiera Woodhull
“I fix the cramped, lined pageswith my curious stare. How do youcome to exist?”
— Kiera Woodhull
“If onlyyou could have witnessed howmuch I have changed: sit alonein a disused theatre and feel whatI have felt, see how the world hastransformed me, like the metamorphosisof a caterpillar.”
— Kiera Woodhull
“Where is my oasis? Too far fromhere for me to crawl with thesedead legs, refusing to co-operateHands and fingers clawing uselesslythrough the grains of sand…”
— Kiera Woodhull
“We wrote our names in the sandYou crossed mine out: I can’t getback to the way I was.”
— Kiera Woodhull
“Hold your venomDo you recognise the instinctin me, fellow scorpion?”
— Kiera Woodhull