http://slow.writerscafe.org/spiltsugar The original writings of author Becky en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776102978 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I called the other dayAlmost calledLike always, i just picked up the phoneAnd for a moment, I believed you would be thereAnd I could hear your voiceAccepting, safeThe last time we talked, you said"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep"That was itOur conversations became shorterAnd you,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spiltsugar/657632/ Wind, give me hope.I hear you sweeping through lonely trees outside,Stirring up weak and crumbling leaves,The rage in me;A confusion of precious little piecesHeld somewhere in timeBy hands too caring to understand the passion and danger; Let this all go free.Wind, enclose me in you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spiltsugar/463548/ I could talk to youYou heard parts,gave me piecesHope, Anger, DistortionAnd you fell asleep inside. . .All these fragments wovenbetween clutched fingers ofmy bloody handsGrasping at the only thing I knowA poisonous shardits me; curling the corners of my mouthheavy smile drippin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spiltsugar/460999/