Battleground.

When the silencer is lost,
words spill without thought
breaking the barrier,
mightier
than any, strength burns in my mouth. It is more than
a crime I have committed
in breaking the silence, egg shells and the blood of war
cover my soles.
Your silence is the dagger that slices me.
Your tongue is the war that we battle.
Your hate is the battle I lose.

Karen Hayward ©2016

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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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