Bite Me Bloody (II)
Whatever I read
the storm swells –
I seal it with my mouth
Memory burns clear.
Even the smallest life’s longing
enters me
Grass heaves under wind.
Ants think together.
Injustice echoes everywhere
A thread of sunlight wounds me with knowing.
I bite –
until blood answers –
for the friend who was everything
and time has taken
For what has touched me
and what has struck me
For every restless soul inside me.
For every honest word
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2026-02-08 at 10:36
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