http://slow.writerscafe.org/Otencruy The original writings of author Otencruy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026217 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The curtains you call eyelidsare closed.You lie very still, and i am sureyou are dead.The hum of your breathis too gentle.I want to wake you,throw back the curtains, and dancein the light only foundwhen you look at meand i am beautiful.I feel too quietand ugly and wandering.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Otencruy/218584/ I ran my fingers through myhair; wet hairit had been rainingand i tasted the fruits lefton the countersuch examples of dancingyou look for, are found inthe faded memories we are forgettingI stop movingand listenon the door.a closed door. light slidesthrough the creases around.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Otencruy/218582/