Through the storm.

Crumbling walls fall down upon my broken wings.
Crimson tears stain my porcelain skin,
so many battles,
I cannot win.
The darkness dances through the shadows
Scraping his claws across my flesh,
Breathing fire into my soul,
Tearing away my floral dress.
The walls are closing in,
I no longer sing,
The sky is turning scarlet red,
As reality creates a vortex,
Inside my muddled head.
And suddenly,
It’s clear as day,
all the things I want to say.

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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