The shadow of the night.

The dark shadows have swarmed, a mist of emptiness hangs heavily as the demons from my dreams march up and down before my eyes. The outside Street lights have been plunged into darkness, a heavy damp void taps at the window begging to come inside. The ghostly ticking clock counting the grains of sand as the shadows move to its beat. That energy snaking through the forgotten corners unseen, edging ever closer, ever closer.

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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