there is no reality
within the realms of the panic-room, the shock of a dangerous
excitement purges the coursing fear and
i am whole.
an emergency (manic depression is the constant notion of a home invasion).
holding onto my true love – my madness, a
weapon behind ornamental
gates (crimson with rust), clinging to traces of prison-earth,
illuminated highways lulling me to sleep, i dream of
the moon gliding on the surface of water.
Grace Alice Evans is a young, mentally ill, emerging poet and photographer from a small town located somewhere in England (although her one true home is a place which she calls her Asylum). She is very fond of coffee, peanut butter, and her hamster Aegis. She has devoted herself completely to pursuing the arts in her late teenage years, with poetry and photography being the main outlet for her artistic endeavours. She is currently studying a BA (Hons) in English and Creative Writing at Staffordshire University.