http://slow.writerscafe.org/HopeOrHorror The original writings of author HopeOrHorror en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776211020 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is meant to be read aloud. So, please keep in mind that some emphasis or intonation will be lost in the reading. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopeOrHorror/1074834/ Agentile tapping.Rhythmic. Pleasing. Soothing.-Eyes that make me tremble.The idea of it. Like a wisp of smoke in the wind. -Noticeable but ignorable.A ringing just undermindful thought.-A smile.I am blinded.-Crashing. Banging. Discordant.Exhausting.My teeth rattle with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopeOrHorror/1071767/ I am not my art.Struggle. Fight. Smash against it.Embracing failure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopeOrHorror/1067482/ The sky strainsfor blacknessagainst thehumanity that aims to block it out.The only starsare VenusAn airplaneMy eyes strain.The shallow breathe of the night.The air barelystirs, like the darkness trying hard to not inhale.The scent of lilac licks my face... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopeOrHorror/1036522/ My head hums with the brilliance of wires.Fingertips vibrate. Ache for the ink. Buckets of it. Barrels of it. Drown me in it.Memories and fantasies and aphasic, day dream ramblings. Bursting, thumping, drumming, rattling their cages. Chanting, humming, shrieking, pulsing, flowing.Giving gl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopeOrHorror/1035275/ Pull me apartThe stickytendrils hanging fromyour fingertipsremoveremoveremovedismantledeconstructI amscaffolding (I am scars, unfolding)Whittled downto the essential partsNow - themiraclea tissue samplea bit of you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopeOrHorror/1035153/ The wave hitsBlack andfrigidI am ripped to piecesI am violatedin every way imaginablePulled down, downTo the place sodeep the pressure becomes a pure thingBlacknesserases all elseThe life thatonce was - imaginedThere was nevera place other than thisCru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopeOrHorror/1035150/ If I were todieWhat woes wouldI leave behind?Or smirksbehind their hands?Relief that thedenial of their hatred can endThey'll meetfor drinks and swap war stories of the times I'd talk and never shutup“God forbidyou forget and ask 'How are you?'“.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopeOrHorror/1034451/ Myteeth explode.Bonessnap. Others shatter.Iam spread across six feet of my living room.Blackness.Handfulls of hatefullnessBombsthat drop their payload in my stomach.Tinysoldiers that wage my war for me. Bumrush my blood with their poison and destro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopeOrHorror/1034365/ Thecrushing beat of ten thousand hearts at onceMy face becomes flushfrom the heat from somany MovingWalkingDancingLaughingShriekingSpittingEmbracingBodiesThisplace so many come to see and be seenFools.The lot of them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopeOrHorror/1034364/ SecretScream itThe joy thatradiates from each black crusted crackThe gleaming shineglinting off the grime on the wallsRelief like an oceanAn endless seaWith waves as tallas any mountainIt swallowsThe grin on my lipsstarts to ache, but remainsThe sheer de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopeOrHorror/1034008/ My fight is withmyself. My screams echo backat me.Turning andmultiplying within themselves.They tear my skin. Rip the flesh frommy bones.Dry my tears the wayflames would.I am comforted.Wrong.I am empty.There is nothing. The burden of myrage.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopeOrHorror/1033995/ Grief. For my soul.My essence. Dissolved. Disarmed.Dismantled. Destroyed. Starved. Weakened.Cured. Murdered. The blackest parts.They eat my alive. The brightest blindme. Binging. Burning. Reaching insidemyself to embrace what I know is myselfMy hands a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopeOrHorror/1033974/ I died todayThe black crushing weight decended.As it does. Again and again.I raised my eyes to meet it. I raised my fists to fight. To struggle. My eyes closed. My hands fell useless.Fight. Fraud. I have beaten my hands raw against the blackness. Skin peeled off. Tendons snapping. Only so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HopeOrHorror/1033966/