She haunts the mansion late at night
Her soul’s too grey from sorrow she is the shadow borrowed wild, she is nocturnal flicker, wind-on-candle- mist & midnight-moans, she stirs your loins upsets you with her ice and […]
Daily Archives: April 23, 2019
Narcissus, not tattooed
Narcissus’ Nemesis is his mar- bled skin — as stretched across his impeccable six- pack abdomen, softly chiseled, rock-hard, but alas too perfect cause on Instagram such precision is merely […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 