http://slow.writerscafe.org/JaceyBero The original writings of author Jacey Beronio en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775974851 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am fastened to the bathroom wall,ever facing forward.Inanimated,I hold the past in my reflection.I am aware of your sins,a silent witness to your quiet flaws,the missed deadlines,the rehearsed lies like bedtime prayers.We are all the samein this small, tiled room.We are not beautiful here,but we a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JaceyBero/2956142/ I opened for the rain.My skin against the downpour,ribs exposed beneath two strangers,forced into this space.The mist, the cold,and the overtime work. My possessor grips nothing but empathyfor him, partially sheltered,the rain soaking his back.Her gaze fixed ahead, his on the ground.My metal sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JaceyBero/2956005/ And I, knowing you,felt the universe collapses itselfaround a singular point,a tangled knotof quiet gratitude.A force stronger than silence,less empty, spare.What birthed after,a clearer reflectionnot of myself, or not entirely.But of a fragile threadholding the worlds together.A solemn, difficult k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JaceyBero/2955164/ Your breath, a sweetness,then the bitter tangof self-pity, arrived, uninvited.And with it, the exposed,not just the threads undone,but the living flesh,the raw, fragile truth.Then the silence thickened,a cold realization.That I, too, was madeof such wounds.With each word unbound, a clearer patt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JaceyBero/2955015/ The RumorI began as a whisper,a small, careful releaseof neither lie nor truth.A seed, no bigger than doubt.I found my first ear, warm and willing.I coiled like a tiny snake,shed my first skin,growing from each retelling.Oh! I love the coffee-scented breaths,the cool circulatin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JaceyBero/2954859/ I drank the tap waterin the men's bathroom sink.It tasted like gossip,control, and politics.It lingered too long in my throat,like a happy pill made ofteam buildings and dinners.All I want is the door,the tricycle,and the ride home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JaceyBero/2954717/