Obituary to the mouse. 

Through the dark hours you have heard the whispers of my dying heart felt the hidden tears of my soul and held me in abandoned breath as the essence of my being has spilled precariously across the blank page. You have brought me life when silence swam through my veins freezing the beating life from my existence. You have brought me love, held my hand as I explored new and unchartered territory, you waited with perfect patience as I found courage and you deterred in perfect balance as rage soared within me. You have given me a voice once silenced, shown me a life once muted.My life is an honour to the power that was you, sleep easy now poor broken,  faulty mouse, sleep easy. 

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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