Of Butterflies and snowmen
Words are butterflies torn to pieces in the winter storm. Words are shattered glass barely mended using superglue. Words are milk remaining overnight and gone sour Words are snowmen thawing […]
Daily Archives: February 14, 2015
Till death do us part
Shattered, broken, alone now. Rooflight sunbeams burning echoes from his voice: “Bitch” he had been pounding with his words again — again “Why did you smile at Earl?” or was […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 