http://slow.writerscafe.org/Nalvic The original writings of author Jean Calvin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033588 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “You don’t need those,” the voice told me. “You’ll be much more comfortable without them.” It belonged to a motionless figure standing to a lit stone fireplace, the only piece of attention in an otherwise barren room.“I don’t need what?” I aske.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nalvic/318285/ The envelope brushes my mouthas I inhale the scent,carefully combing, analyzing, absorbing.The stamp still carries the warmaroma of your tongue,moist and riveting, a reminder of your sweet breath;Tangy yet bitter, sweet but cunning.You used the pen from the setyour mother bought fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nalvic/318283/ Her eyes no longer interest me,only blankness thatonly harbored illusions.Her smell is a toxin.An old Chinese proverb says;Don't trust those that murder you in dreams.I feel the moistness run off my armsas we glide through the clouds.My arms wound tightly around you  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nalvic/318282/ My ancestors crafted the treaty long ago,Sealed in wood, watching us.The day belongs to us the treaty says,but at night we are the foreigners.Don’t turn your back on me.Only fools let their eyes off the enemy.Noises circumnavigate the night stillness.We’re dominant here.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nalvic/318281/ I can’t say what you Want me to say;Every time I tryMy throat swells up, Irritatesmy throat, so that when I succumb to your wishes, all I can dois cough up blood.Give me the key,I see you can’t be left to yourself.“You can’t be left to see as you arepo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nalvic/318280/ These side rails of cedarWere formed too long ago,They now splinter in inconceivable directionsCreaking with the gentlest of touch.Yesterday,I had to toss my best friend overboardNot for mutiny, or, suspicion of such, butBecause I had to save him.It deceives us;On the open sea .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nalvic/308097/ I feel it's breathWork it's way through meSwaying veins that've been barrenEver since a bone-breaking chillOf a long forgotten Moorish nightPlaced a suffocating bead in my ventricles.Your breath tugs and pulls on the bead,As the sun enflames the sand beneath my feet.I feel it's gra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nalvic/296863/ I remember the land Where my soul was born.Tucked in a lush lake-filledValley deep in the alps.Netured in a bakerySelling eclairs at 7:23 along the Seine.Awakened whil I slept on golden hillsBeneath the grapevines.I whisper my longingOnto the windPraying I could go homeTo t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nalvic/296861/ I never intended to feel the fleshOf your palmIn mine.I never intended to find the sparkleIn your eyesWhen I look at you.To see something moreIn hidden mirrors Of introductions.Admiring your spiritThoughWe've hardly met.I didn't mean toStart falling for you.But I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nalvic/296856/ Follow that trail of thinBlood dribbling through townInto that alley - 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My ex had called me earlier that morning about getting some coffee ‘or something,’ and for some reason I relented to it. I didn’t really want to talk to him after the break-up, but we remained friends of s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nalvic/245469/ When I was youngerI could never understand why the older boysWere older then me,Though they were nine and I was seven. When I was youngerEveryday was like running through a vast meadowWhere the wind blew laughter,Instead of tears. When I was youngerI was actually happ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nalvic/244262/ 6 months ago-I ate my heart.It was the worst thing I've ever tasted,But I continued to mash, rip, tearMy ventricles.My teeth still show signs of dried bloodMy tongue still holding the bitter taste.6 months ago,I ate my heart,Or maybe it was yesterday?Or even tomorrow?I don'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nalvic/239952/ I was careless.I wanted to alleviate my thoughts,My thoughts had turned against meConjuring up my past to haunt meJust for the pleasure of plaguing me.I was too occupied in my head,and a half-hearted view around me,That I didn't see it coming.I stumbled and tripped over a rock,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nalvic/239949/ She sat across from me with her arms folded. 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