Apate
Apate, veiled in night, twists her tongue. Her lair is laid with bones of suitors from before, yet my hands caress and seek her siliconed embrace. Linked to Saana’s mythology […]
Daily Archives: February 20, 2016
Fear of shadowed rooms
Danced, by wind the snowflakes care not for tousled hair, nor warmth of breath exhaled nor death the gravestone harks. Their mark is soft, they melt on skin, wet the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 