The olive of your cocktail
To be an olive soaked in gin would mean that I would wet your lips and slowly sip by sip I would slip inside your skin I would make you […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Of chasms and eruptions
Our chasm, an eruption, a widening fault before you were gentle with gossamer touch today we have burnt, and honey turned salt cause agony’s stronger if caring too much. The […]
Toyota trucks
Hell is empty and all the devils are here. The Tempest, William Shakespeare Her hair is torn, a scalp is left. their hands were desert knives Merciless the dead horizon […]
To hide in purpleness
In this cascading purpleness your tears are falling flower leaves your fears are brittle butterflies you tear your hair as exercise cause in this crimson rain it hurts much less […]
Cease to be his Annabelle
She was tethered to the listless shore moored and waiting, lacking buoyancy in briny waves, caressed by swaying kelp her salt and tears, he called her whore and with his […]
