i’ve never wanted blue light glasses

why would i want to drown out my only antidote

to numb

the reality

of this directionless planet?

I worship the way my brain

and mouth

and eyes

melt into one.

i have always longed to become a goo

of pixels 

and radiation

haven’t you?

how can you expect me to process my emotions properly

in a world that doesn’t even know how to cry? 

KIRSTY MACLELLAN’S poetry expands fragmentary thoughts into bite-sized art by using questions as a tool for projecting her ideas. She writes in an abstract and contemporary style that lacks structure (but of course, that is the point!). Her work aims to uncover the connections between the human condition and the divine.