http://slow.writerscafe.org/ShadowCandy The original writings of author ShadowCandy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776183212 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Is it strange That I still feelThe way your fingers twined through my hairAnd the soft pressure of your lips I can still feelThe weight of your gazeMoving across my fleshAnd the moisture of your breath Coats my skin If you stop haunting me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowCandy/599815/ What is there left of meAfter what's been taken awayThis empty hollowWere my heart was once nestledEchoes uncomfortably in the stillnessHow do I put to rightsWhat was broken and scatteredIf the pieces no longer seem to fitWhat's left after the endNothing but the smoke and ashes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowCandy/346025/  Jada ran swiftly through the trees. The forest was her only hope for escape. Mayor Trask had proclaimed her witch and outlaw after one of her episodes happened in the village commons. Now people she had known her entire life, some that she had counted as her friends, were chasing her with th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowCandy/215845/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowCandy/215834/  All I know in the endIs that I feel incomplete Hollow somehowMissing a vital pieceA cog, a spring, a lever, a key Something that should be thereBut is nowhere to be found Close my eyes and see the voidListen and hear the echoThe jagged sound of somethin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowCandy/215755/  The oldest was only seventeen.            I still see their faces, the gleam in their frightened eyes, the tremble of their lips, the frantic beating of the pulse in their necks.The memory catches me sometimes, unprepared. In the mea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowCandy/215752/  Forward in the end,is the way we all must go.Though we look backat the sepia memories of our past,we must look forward to traverse the paththat leads into tomorrow. We long for the days of youth,and so long to change the path behind us.To know then what we know now,p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowCandy/215746/  I feel it crawlinglike insects,inside my brain.This thing that longs to be set freeprowls beneath my skin,through my veins.Its touch a fleeting breeze I hear its voice,its anguished crying in the dark.Poking me with bony fingers bent,trying to gain my attention.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowCandy/214950/ A poem originally written some years ago, recently reworked into the piece it is now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShadowCandy/214945/