What is, what will, what haunts our breath. 

As we slept, your arms entwined in mine my hand gently sat upon your young skin, a part of me despised what grows within. The unseen expansion of pain that tears trough your existence, through my existence, for my every breath is yours. The verge of new days tainted in the screams of your hate…Will you grow to hate me with every test? Every prod, every needle, every tablet forced onto your young, tongue? A day will come when I will lean against that wall with the unsteady eyes of experience, I will know every crack in the ceiling, every word in the tattered leaflets, every echo of foot steps along that haunting hallway. And my days will become a display of constant, they will pray, but we both know God doesn’t always hear the words we say. 

KH©2017 . 

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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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