Sparrows hid
Blue-buried- bruised Ray-banned blonde, she blames her- self even far beyond the reach of knotted hands — clenched to purple fists. “I shouldn’t…“ “He wouldn’t…” yet… Her hands are sparrows […]
Tag Archives: bruises
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 […]
From Solitude bereft – a slanted sonnet
she laughs insanely at those urgent needs and smile at dying pigeons from the north her mate composed reports of serpent’s death with fingertips that fluttered from remorse she’s stuck […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 