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
The vast emptiness
of a muddled mind
fractured beyond
the splintered remnants
of the devil kiss…
…where now are the fireflies
that once had enlightened
my soul to celestial skies?
For all about me lays the
vast wastelands of the underworld,
the river Styx whispers to
me at nights promise as
slumber pulls me under,
I am fallen,
the broken remains of
belief swimming
now in Stygian darkness
drowning my sins in lust
suffocating my love in desire
saving myself from the
mundane wishes of
the blind.
Karen Hayward ©2018
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I hear the howling winds they drag me from my slumber,
Trees screaming, leaves pleading, debris flying,
Rain falling, heavy, denting, slamming on windowpane,
Where now is Selene among this raging storm,
I search for calm and find only the descent of
crimson mist, I search for light… But the soul craves darkness
Which has long arrived, I search for hope but Pandora
was left astray, unlocked…
I hear the startling call of objects dragged through
the storms mouth, teeth bared, blood dripping,
I hear the emptiness of atoms
the raging storms of nature
the familiarity of night
sat alone, as insomnia
Kisses away the shadows
that haunt.
Karen Hayward ©2018
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Damn, some days are borne
from the bottled essence
of a dying rose, wilted petals
and the blunt edge toxic thorns.
Fuck, some moments
are the captured seconds
of caring less than the
virgin slut as she repents
Shit, such joyous bells
as the victims, victim
pouts and shouts,
Idiocy they swear and yell.
Holy crap! That tickled me pink,
No white flag, no ivory twig
not a moment to think
before drinking down that bitter drink!
Damn some days are dawned
for the Dame to give rise from pawn
of silent revenue to fierce Knight
setting straight the shit you left askew in the devils bullshit night.
Karen Hayward ©2018
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It weaves across my skin
leaving a trail of goosebumps
runs its fingers through my hair
and dives deep within my dreams
Tugging at me, a low buzz pulling
at me, a cold vibration caressing me,
trapping me between worlds
slumber a hopeless dream in the
corner room, with its magnificent
essence of beauty by day… And
its unseen shadows at night.
Karen Hayward ©2018
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Not
angel…
No not me
Fallen perhaps
wings battered, torn, now
black, tarnished wisps past scars.
A succubus, fires calling me
Come closer let me taste your soul.
Devoured essence, swallowing seed
Fingers calling pleasure satisfyed need.
Flames igniting desire burns spirit
Ashes of lust, kiss me, taste me
Command me among seen eyes
Look deeper, depraved sense
Boundaries, without walls
Lustrous energy
Succubus,
Angel
Both.
Karen Hayward ©2017
Dark skies,
lost are your illuminated
sighs of hope,
snuffed from existence.
Momentarily hidden
behind storming clouds.
If I lay wishes now upon
Shooting stars that I cannot
See yet know are there,
Somewhere,
Do they still count?
Karen Hayward ©2016
