I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No, it was the poetry. -  Sylvia Plath

For Anguished Souls; Ink-stained Despair & Relentless Torment

Poems to writhe along to...

The glass bottle contains pill capsules, each containing some poetry on recycled-paper.
Handmade in Bishops Castle, Shropshire.

All contents are biodegradable.