juxtaposed feelings.

Coldness has crept beneath my skin
sleep has gone and been
again as darkness swarms the night
as spectres steal the light.
And as I lay beneath the all seeing artexed dream catcher ceiling.
I ask silently for stolen shreds,
For silken threads,
For stories once read.
Whispered tales of classic lines
for a single moment in time.
A single moment outside of my mind
in surrealist movement a juxtaposed realisation of words into images. The creation of a picture book, flip pages with worn out edges. A page as safe as any other page where my thoughts can lay bare to the naked truth of self, rather than hidden on an old and dusty shelf.

Karen Hayward ©2016


Author: blossom666

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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