Confirmation carry uniform
Christmas Eve. They knocked the door at four AM. Police, a man, a woman “May we come in?” I knew before they said his name, it’s been too long since […]
Daily Archives: February 11, 2018
Fear is life itself
The taste of fear is schizoid pure and red, a piece of meat, it’s poppies lost and flown from cries in mud and trenches darkly bled. We harvested the fear […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 