http://slow.writerscafe.org/renthead622 The original writings of author Engulfed in Flames en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013011 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Writer for hire place my rites on your bookshelf I'm your dancing child  Writer for hire what is the point of this game if you never read http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/1179894/ I awoke this morning Praise Him, and this I realized I am no longer obligated to be your captive.  though it is I whohave chained myself to you, the shackle purpling my skin. You gave me freedom long away yet I still, on my knees drudged behind you. 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I’ve neverheld your hand before but if I didI’m sureit’d be like my fantasy I think Ican love you But you arein love with a him A he He hasshark&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/815845/ i said it once. it's true this time. the thin line has been erased. nothingness. 'desire is death.'a trash bag of ecstasy,a purse of shame,I am awaiting your delicate hands to reach deeply into my throat, tug at my cervix, and take my heart on the way out. i want nothing but silence. nothing but the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/759771/ i am nobody's corpse. her words seer myrotting flesh. i am not dirty fingernails scratching at open wounds. pain seeps into my vein, the one on the side of my temple, right there where that scar used to be.i furrow my eyebrows, look at the words once more. i know I am hearing more than I see. I hear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/759756/ why does it always end this way? i say something i run away you say something and run away. my teeth aren't as white as they seem and my hair is getting longer, i'm not as small as I used to be, but I'm steadfast in my love. why does it always end this way? i say something you hate me thenyou say so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/747216/ on my knees praying before a blue sun. the pools of her eyes are deep, warm; i have drowned underneath them for years. my undying love weighed down by time and circumstance.  My lips whisper lies like "i do not love you" Impatience is running through my veins as I have battled each of her lover.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/745600/ red candles melted dripped onto unsuspecting bodies stinging. warm.  lips bleeding for more.  stomachs inflate each other with dripping kisses.  thighs crushed underneath her jutting pelvis. resuscitation between the  valleys of her hips.  i am searching for my soulin the po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/742225/ who knows what this is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/739339/ Old friend. new friend. tight friend. loose friend. I remember being twisted in orange sheets. left overs of little italy. I held your hand there, and only there. we watched movies, my suitcases lay still in the corner, reminding me of where time would take me. Then, I never thought it would end. &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/733604/ "it hurts until it stops hurting. it just hasn't yet" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/733571/ life is a b***h. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/730396/ My solemn heart is a garden of weeds waiting  for you to harvest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/713302/ Only dead things want. I must have been rotting for decades. i cannot separate my love with caged birds. I am running home at midnight, mascara running down my cheeks, consumed with the want of love. I know love comes from within. But I want it from you, from him, from God, from everyone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/707298/ Lovesick of love songs. Rinse my mouth with scope, and I'm seeing a new perspective.  I'm locking my tongue to the back of my teeth,  And gripping my stomach for the descent. She's taken my ability to feel.  I found her hair flattened inside my journal, i left it like a bookmark, a pl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/704514/ my heart is heavy with the weight of words unspoken. liquefied into the juice of my veins,  I am calling your name during my dreams, whispering it into other girls' ears.  molecules twisting and turning, vaporized by the taste of youon my tongue. What is left of me, after your absence? rot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/700725/ I am painting my face red with shame pulled wool over my eyes, and clawed my way into a tomb.  She is painting me black,  I am entangled in unforgiving branches, being swallowed by a forest of misery.  she is painting me black,  I am blood, I am no heart beat. The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/694239/ Living simplyis simply put.  Minds make it desperate.  Hearts breed chaos. Love creates silence. I am breathing in rejectionand smoke from a chimney of desire.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/694225/ chasing. dead. broken. hearts. the hands of time aren't holding. yours and mine hearts are molding. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/694221/ what is simple to meis a mountain for you.and believe me, I'm learning. so when i ask you to call, yes, I am looking past your desperate eyes and restless mind,  your quaking skin too tired to hold itself together.  I wish I could climb your mountains for you, reach out my hand topull you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/689192/ I am finding myself without eyes of my own. The burning of my pores and the tear drops that ensue, digging trails down my cheeks. What sea of sorrow are they looking for? 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You have eaten my heart like an apple,  careful gentle bites,  you masticate slowly upon the flesh of me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/669022/ I imagined her beautiful and when she came, she was. her face from a cold, distant land, unexplained. like moonlight she drippedinto my tide; and I an ocean never reaching the sky. love was called wholeness, and wholeness was calledthe silence in between the time I inhaled her exhales. and her celer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/669018/ snow falls tears fallicicle smiles.ice cube hearts.cold bones and frigid feelings. frosted eyelids like frozen glass.bones as fragile as car antennas no love in this chest. gone forever.  my heart is a snow globe, a winter wonderland in my stomach. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/653543/ I dreamed we were sailboats, sailing   on a river made of eighth notes and  blue jazz rhythms. life was simple, sailing in one direction twisted currents and balloon-like waves carried us towards the sea. we were like algae, entangled in limbs  floating gently in that gree.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/renthead622/626695/ my love is as a fever, a sickness with no cure and this chemo ain't working out too much. 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