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 or or make a PayPal donation to Thanks /Janne