http://slow.writerscafe.org/piedood The original writings of author Simon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776231976 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 my eyes sat in my skull like a separate entity. disconnected from the scene ahead. an audience to a film. gone.  i didn't have the luxury to see the remnants of what i had lost, which i suppose helped me move on from grief. i am in the now.  barren of life, the earth .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/piedood/239289/ cracked man hunched over a cracked glassclasped in a cracked hand tippingthe syrup acid whisky dirpping over his cracked lipsa stream of pain to quench the cracks his cracked head bleedingand the mud paste hair sits on his scalp like a bandagetrenchcoat beigedogcollar threadbare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/piedood/239280/