Sparrows hid
Blue-buried- bruised Ray-banned blonde, she blames her- self even far beyond the reach of knotted hands — clenched to purple fists. “I shouldn’t…“ “He wouldn’t…” yet… Her hands are sparrows […]
Daily Archives: March 15, 2016
brimstone abstinence
Darkly this tempest is blowing listless and compressing midnight to obsidian shards; we’re sworn obsessiveness, doomed in a sootiness of chimneys broken, to icicles hurled against our soil. Dreaded, this […]
Lying hands of mine
Sometimes able, hands of mine could never master minor keys; my hands were way too playful, fingertips on ivory frightened stiffed when touching blackness felt in ebony that only ink […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 