INDEPENDENT PROJECT

POETRY: SHAW FOWLER
PHOTOGRAPHY: SEPHINE LAUZÉ
MODELS: LIYAN CARSON + ISLA POULIOT

P R I N C E

My friends are the voices in

teenager’s heads.

I don't like what they do,

I’d rather kill them instead.

When they leave, when you’re dead.

They come rushing to me

and remind me of how he used to be.

How he said I was the best,

the one and only there was.

and as I laid against his chest;

I forgot all my flaws.

I was the prince - I wasn’t dead.

My friends are the voices in teenager’s heads.

L U S T

The taste of their lips;

the texture of their skin;

the shape of their hips;

the freckles on their chin.

You know you need to sleep

but you need to talk to them.

You're theirs for the keep,

to love until the end.

The smell of their clothes;

the strength of their fist;

the end of their nose;

the veins on their wrist.

You know that you're addicted,

to every ounce of them.

No more pain can be afflicted,

just love until the end.

All those who contributed to this project are members of the LGBT+ community.