Monday, August 18, 2014

Snustorra fötter i dyngblött gräs, på med skorna flicka

Trembling movements are approaching from the fog,
hiding and sneaking from far away places.
In backwards speed they are getting closer,
soon they'll be pounding on my back.
I'm afraid of the ache and black bruises they might cause.
Still, the very thought of it causes me to let them in.

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