Doors open…

A million faces, voices without traces. 

Lives occupied by tube, regressed oppression

Realities lube. Doors open, doors close. 

Clicking heels shuffling trainers, skirts 

Too short, frown too long. Death clinging

In the air to skin, to hair. Lungs filling 

With someone elses dead skin. Everyone

Fantasising about anothers sin. 

Everyone fantasising about anothers sin. 
Karen Hayward ©2016 (image and words) 

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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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