http://slow.writerscafe.org/jessicadiaz__ The original writings of author Jess Diaz en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776251436 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Shewatched her cigarette dance as it weaved through her fingers. The smell ofburning wood from fireplaces hoovers over the fresh scent of cool rain. Hertattered porch became weaker while it soaks with the water, and soon her breathbecame visible with the tem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicadiaz__/1066782/ I’m just so depressed dearI don’t know what is going on hereThere is something I fearScreaming while no one can hearI’ll slice my skin and let the red smearI’m just so depressed dear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicadiaz__/1050874/ Death;Misunderstood, nearAnticipating, happening, lingeringWe get closer every secondPeaceful http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicadiaz__/1022854/ I have these bruisesYou seeThey tell a horrifying storyI live in a world that is sadAnd quite goryConsumed with greed and hateIn this world there is no such thing as gloryWild creatures roaming A demon that is too controlling The lives it is slowly losingWith skin still bruising Pollu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicadiaz__/1022852/ I rememberedWhat was importantI saw itIt was like the things I dreamtI need a successful powerTo choose where I go from hereMaybe I will never knowBut even if I don’t I will still rememberThe things I dreamt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessicadiaz__/1022851/