The soot that’s settled
Even with an aim beside scorched in miles of words, in silky chimes of bullets maybe bruised like butterflies. Soot still settle deep as spirits spilled on ink. My mind […]
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Flaunted flick knives of the dark
Lying on my bed, in constant apparition of the hungry hinges of a crying door. Foggy lantern paints cadaverous sheen on puckered skin and sunken skulls. My nose and fingers […]
Some days are plastic garbage bags
Some Days are plastic garbage bags barely floating in the murky water of a pond, licked by hungry tongues of lizard’s fog wriggling in my dirty socks. Some days are […]
Shut wide open.
You open jars of liquid night. to separate the sinew from my bones. You shut the silent chest of drawers, hiding velvet millstones from sight. You open and shut the […]
Broken Bones – for dVerse
Binary — her broken bones, encoded, loaded into sequences of purplish vacancies. In magnetic vortex arithmetic building boolean combinations, the manifolds of truth. Ever they are multiplying in my sterile […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 