The Crash-poem by Miriam Krauser

like the last vile kisson my foreheadlike thelast hoarse wordsfrom your mouthlike thespitting and cursingthe rage and the burstingthe sun roseas i got out. Poem by Miriam Krauser Drawing by Janne Karlsson Please consider supporting this blog. Purchase a Svensk Apache book title at www.svenskapache.se or www.lulu.com or make a PayPal donation to svenskapache@gmail.com Thanks /Janne