Playing with fire
Backdraught fire flies as your fire- works ablaze my heart. A fire- crackered you atop; you jellyfish my skin. A playthinged me for you somewhere between my heartbeats supernova left […]
Daily Archives: April 6, 2016
Barking mad
“If I could wear a cape I would, but I would stumble on its hem. I’m a superhero though, with sense of scent to distinguish details in my palace that […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 