Barren.

Walk now in
these barren lands
stripped bare
by ferocious storms
the decrepit
echo of arid voices
tearing strips
of flesh from the bone
and I am empty,
just bones and mortar
my body,
the remaining art of your
touch,
starved of life,
starved of light
death by torture
life in the silent
hues of hate.

Karen Hayward ©2018

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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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