http://slow.writerscafe.org/moonslunarangel The original writings of author moonslunarangel en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776296825 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 No one can see this broken soul beyond reach of a saviour. Across plains of melted charcoal dreams her mind lingers with no entry or exit. Built fake personas slowly chipping away to few who choose to see or care. Circle slowly chalked around the child like form of herself whilst tears spill endless.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonslunarangel/453036/ Her words spoken eloquently through soft tones,“I promise you can lean on me if I can lean on you”and yet her words meant everything and nothing,the comfort of her lies lost in its embrace of time,only to ease a thinker from further self scrutiny,a trick by self into believing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonslunarangel/453034/ Internal struggles smeared across cotton dreams,as the fairy tale ignites with bitter nightmares,until accustomed to the downfall of hopes rise, and the clinging of exasperation slowly fades,leaving a harsh breeze to slap self into reality,only to torture oneself back into fantasy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonslunarangel/250316/ she's on the border stuck on the bordernoway which way can she gothere's no way which waythe border grates her skinto the corecos she's stripped to the bonethere's noone to pull her overshe's alone and abandonedthere's noone to catch her on the other sideshe can't go back.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonslunarangel/250314/  She walks the empty streets with her blackened soul dripping to the rubble. The darkness consumes her as she continues on... She doesn't look back as she walks along, with each step she dies a little more. Her body is numb and lifeless, there's nothing but an exterior. She greets death.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonslunarangel/250313/ Secret struggles grasp onto exhausted hands that once clutched abnormalities, embracing the insanity through twisted perception of childhood lies and limbs scuffed athwart thorned jail bars of self created hell through the reflection of no optimism, halting its need to cascade swollen glands of se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonslunarangel/250311/ Dark Prose http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonslunarangel/250310/ Dark write http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonslunarangel/250306/ Sensual write. Prompt Contest Prompt is: 'For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.' quote by Judy Garland http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonslunarangel/213286/ Picture inspired http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonslunarangel/213280/ quote inspired - 'Paint me a whisper' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonslunarangel/211701/ Picture inspired http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonslunarangel/211697/ Picture inspired http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonslunarangel/211574/  I was prey in your bed, as you spun me in your web, I learnt how to bleed. Master of seductive rule, as I submissively melted, into your vapor of nothingness. The chain you slashed upon me, leaves remnants of you, imprinted into my soul&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonslunarangel/211234/ Picture inspired contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moonslunarangel/211220/