Compassion is closed at night.
Compassion is warmth of torn book pages slowly fed to hungry flames, by a beggar’s hands. Compassion is sound of a lonely coin at the bottom of a tin cup. […]
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Payrise
His gaze too low beading necklace, trickle-sweat between my breast. My voice reflected, percentages are bouncing on his wolfish grin a “No”. My arguments lie spilled, unheard. Pressure cooker-giggling not […]
Even bedbugs
in bluish moonlight dancing shadow filigree — even bedbugs leave tiptoeing as syllables whispered for a gentle breeze Today Gayle are guestblogging at dVerse MTB, and she discuss on how […]
My alabaster idol
My path is wrapped in bramble breathing is a heavy cart shade like shadow at the edge of night; f a l l i n g footsteps fall behind: persistent […]
Our voices are volcanoes
Abyss, your eyes are calling, tempting darkly, over midnight waves, on wings I’m falling. In sun the wax is melting, but on skies I soar. My feet, once lead, have […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 