I hate, truly despise from

the essence of my soul,

fucking washing machines.

Why must you send those fragrant

scented bubbles hurtling across

my floor, caressing all they

find? Why must you fill my sink?

Why must you make my life

so fucking hard. Why must I call Mr

plumber again. Again.

Never in my life did I ever dream

I would say this, but please

I just want to do the fucking



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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