They called it marriage
They never call it sacrifice to enter Y’bhag’s cave. “It’s marriage, honoring your family.” mother priestess said. My real mother cried when she dressed me in the gown of silk […]
Tag Archives: cobwebs
The Spider in your past.
You see the facets of my eyes, glowing in the dark; glowing green and everseeing; silently the whisper of my slander, weaving cobweb of your past. You feel the ties […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 