http://slow.writerscafe.org/molybdenum The original writings of author Molly D en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986573 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Think of me now as Earth:here to give you warmth and shelter,revolving at my core to bring you lifewith wet, fertile soil to take your roots.  Unhappy with the home I offer,you wrench from me the bonesto create marble-skinned towers,reaching arrogantly into my sky. Your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/molybdenum/480620/ From your throne in my chestyou rearrange me like Pangaea; thrusting apart long-established boundaries,violently forming callused mountain ranges,gauging wide new rivers from which I flow. shifted by collision from the inside out,one continent is toppled by anotherand I'm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/molybdenum/471427/ I will call you Ironfor the taste you leave in my mouth,the color you put in my cheeks,and the way sink into my muscles. because you are volatile,lively and important,prone to rusting if left unused.for turning air into energy,reddening my blood with life:you are essenti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/molybdenum/464545/ 1. I'll show up lust-drunk and reckless,swaying in the scent of clean sheetsand slow burning sandalwood. 2. Fumbling for zippers by cellphone light,giggling over the sounds of beltbuckles and competitive kisses. 3. Turn up the classic rock .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/molybdenum/414781/ First attempt at a villanelle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/molybdenum/386708/ Blue, foreign, cold and sharp,the morning arrives and creeps under the windowdemanding its audience rise from their warm, sleepy beds;sunlight crashes through the panesand spills onto the walls, painting them yellow. This very room, the seat of my soul,castle o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/molybdenum/386117/ Pull down my hood to let my hair out,allow him to see it, feel envious,he wants stroke the soft black strands.Wear tight jeans, make a point to stand in front of him so he can watch my a*s while I walk away.Apply red lipstick in front of him,let him miss the mouth he kissednewly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/molybdenum/385929/ My eyelids heavy with sleep,I lay my head in the crook of your neck -its final resting place for the night.I'll dream there,breathe there,stir and wake up there.Now, afterwards,your skin smells like smoke, soap and sex,my three favorite S words to describe how you smell.Your big ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/molybdenum/378263/ This is a short personal essay for an English class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/molybdenum/362657/ First it was the cold wind,a friendly warning to the winter aheadthat will knowingly and willingly drown us,a climate we're accustomed to. Normally I'd be grateful for cold, wet rainoffering to wash away the hot, dry summer,to keep me busy staying dry;too pressing to let my mind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/molybdenum/340624/ Even if I wanted to make the decision to walk away,to move on,to start over,to make new promises,I know I never could;it is you to whom I belong. Like being tethered,everything comes back to you. Subservient, I submit,and when I try to jump the cable in my chest wretc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/molybdenum/328075/ It's well past 3 a.m. andI haven't gone to bed early,like I had promised myself.Instead, I'm up,writing poetry,thinking of ways to stop using"I, myself," and "me" so much in one line. When it's late, quiet and cold like this,I end up contemplating all of my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/molybdenum/297368/ Written for a friend, given a "what if" kind of prompt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/molybdenum/283380/ at night,my hands land on himin all the places you lovedbut he's completely naive;he has no idea those were your spots. normally all i smell is my perfume,but when it's just rightmy pillow smells like hair and smokeand if i lay on my side and breatheit smells just like you... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/molybdenum/276898/ For a class, we were asked to elaborate on a theme or event that was alluded to, but looked over, in Gabriel Garcia Marquez's "Chronicle of a Death Foretold." 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