Pilgrimage of pain
As my colours drain into shades of greymy brimstone heart becomes the devil’s pawnI should not have strayed from the narrow way When noose tightens, my weight pulling me downa […]
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There is plenty to suck
The thin veneer of day, its light is scabs for scars, Its wind a paper wall for mares. The daylight is Pandora’s box, still closed. It’s a breath prepared for […]
And they still don’t go
Oh, startled shudder, worms and worries with ash and soil and raging hair I put my trust in winter’s flurries In raging moon my eyesight blurry for milky shadows, winded […]
Moonlit agony – Trifextra story.
As moon streaks the old pond with silver, I feel first tooth growing, nails transforms to claws, and cursed hair appear again. Hunger growing, my last human thought’s: “Hope chains […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 