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 an emerging poet based in Staffordshire, UK. She is currently studying a BA (Hons) in English and Creative Writing at Staffordshire University, and have been previously published in Inside the Bell Jar, the HCE Review, and the Period. Zine.