The lies of living lightly
Unburdened, passed my nights in satin paled by touch of hands and moths unscorched: a fevered fire; It was before I fell, on wings aflamed, an Icarus of me. I […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Aqua Regia
As darkly butterflied, you whispered velvet lull in affirmations of deficiency as ghosted winds, in scream like twisters you broke apart the bonds, dependencies you were my aqua regia, acid […]
Left Ballooned
In rattled fear the bones and cavities that once held minds are sockets staring; sighing with the rush of blood in flesh of mine. My bones awake to calls from […]
Coloring between the lines
“Forgive me father, I have sinned”, Behind the grate Father Tom saw her eyes, brimming with tears. He closed his eyes to focus on Maria’s voice. “Tell me”, “I cannot […]
Darkness, fantasies
In this darkness, fantasies of bat-winged faeries flies (or lies), fingertips and wings are soft as a velvet brush. it’s breath is cold a rush of air (or not). The […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 