Blades of being
Orbed on soot are faces specked and adiposed, draped in wool. clinging broken, bloomed in rosacea, migrants clawing empty soup-bowls. Skeletons on cobblestones not dead. There’s a scent of lilies, […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Self defense against your fears
They scared me once: “Beyond that door are secrets, too dangerous for you”. I imagined torture chambers. I saw rooms where teenage girls were starved to death, and when I […]
Safer in the dark
There is a certain coldness with the comfort of divisions; in the border of a window, I stay detached; I’m safe and covered cloaked by this, my darkest night. The […]
Breeze becomes you
Breeze becomes you as my cue to breathe: to melt; it opens shadows lulls and spills me rose-clouds; it shimmers green; it grins and sparks. … and like words we […]
Fear of silence
Between each breath there is still- ness as from death; a gentle kiss of feathers falling. As a partridge might pretend it’s wounded to protect its chicks, I listen to […]
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