As the red mist descends.

Once upon a dark dark day,
a devils angel fell to play.
Her tattered wings no longer white,
torn to shreds no good for flight.

A crumpled mess of broken love,
she wonders now if that’s enough.
Falling tears on the earthly plane,
wondering how humans don’t become insane.

As all the sins of long ago
softly start to flow and grow
lust consumes her telling soul
as Satan cums to take her whole.

Karen Hayward ©2016.

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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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