Winter leaves a trail.

Winters cold is upon us in the dark hours of existence. It swarms through on gentle breezes screaming of devastation. Will you warm me? Dreams caught in a time loop of repetition haunt my slumber. One minute feels like an hour, a night as a lifetime.  Will you hold me? The whistle call of cold creeps across my skin, a reminder of the darkness and what winter can bring. Will you hold me. Will you?

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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