Skyline
I have cities
growing in my gut
deserted streets
running in my veins
when the dust breathes
through this haunted
architecture
every soul trapped in me
stirs to life
like flames
gasping for oxygen.
they whisper
and I speak.
In nature
This longing of mine
tears the edges of organic life
turns me into something very
cold,
devoid
mother’s love
the loss that kept me alive
for so long.
Rebirth of nothing
two lovers
heavy with tragedies
walk a bone ridden desert
which one
starves
first?
I kiss your neck. the cold in you
burns the fire in me. I eat
dreams of you and wake up hungry
we were made to consume.
Henna Johansdotter är författare (”Glasvaggan”, Förlaget).