Dark Crossroad
Dearest, I write these words from the crossroad we made. The sun has set, There are no stars, no moon. In the listless breeze I’m getting ready to leave. With this […]
Category Archives: prosery
Tomorrow, Forever
Two AM.A sullen wind pulling the pine trees bidding farewell.Alone, as you can only be among strangers in an asylum, I hear voices from the corners. Accusing voices of promises […]
Blame(d)
WARNING: my prose can be disturbing for sensitive persons and is of course 100% fictional. As November darkness devours my sanity I recall how it started already when traversing into […]
A righteous man
To be righteous doesn’t mean to be right but to be superior, a hero with a pale skin to match. October, and there you can see a very small patch […]
Mothers and daughter
I dress in stolen darkness, slipping out unwatched, to meet and mix, skin on skin, belly, buttocks to breasts, misinterpreting teenage cravings as eternal love, believing in forever and I […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 