Sunday, May 31, 2015


"I am not a Sunday morning 
inside four walls with clean blood
and organized drawers.
I am the hurricane 
setting fire to the forests
at night when no one else is alive
or awake
however you choose to see it
and I live in my own flames
sometimes burning too bright 
and too wild to make things last
or handle
myself or anyone else
and so I run.
run run run
far and wide
until my bones ache and lungs split
and it feels good."
Charlotte Eriksson