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 […]
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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 […]
We are us and you
Voices are transmissions as your dreams rekindle loss of contacts over parsec-chasms, your closest friend, your lovers and regrets are nearer in your sleep. The ocean far below collects collective […]
You were a rivulet
Once you were a rivulet, cascading glittered independence, free, before desire, hormoned, bedsheets gravity turned you stagnant skin on skin, entrapped in bogs of merging tributaries, you are mired trapped […]
It’s spring
When breaking through the leaves what’s left in purpled hearts were wounds and scars, and scent of decomposing bones, when through composted death these stems of hope and buds explode […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 