The cold sinking into my soul.

And for a brief moment, for those short months when we declared it summer so forgotthe haunting pain of winter. I sit now beneath autumn skies, the cold swimming through my veins and dancing with my bones to an audible beat my feet have long lost all sensation and my skin wears thr permanent markings of goosebumps. And oh how I am missing the warmth of summer. 
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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