http://slow.writerscafe.org/AwaitingmyBeast The original writings of author Vesa Lee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776128609 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 an attempt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AwaitingmyBeast/1730999/ ...an observation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AwaitingmyBeast/1636952/ Budding coarserawand red,My ribs glide forward and backbeneath my hesitating touchHeaven’s banner-flagthe only staybetween fingertip and bonePieced together by friendless fingers,this satin seal composes histories despite a stubborn tongueAn emblem of a people I never knew, yet now call kinIn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AwaitingmyBeast/1415129/ and we gropedhasty fingeredat the veil You hid behind...only to find it herefesteringas scales in our own eyes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AwaitingmyBeast/1395077/ like a blushing bridewith loosening fingers -the trees shed softlytheir vibrant,fragrant coveringsgathering in folds around their feet,the dying splendortempts with the exposed formof a misplaced beauty this a season who,with starkness of skin,is rediscovered and once moreheavily and wholesomely enj.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AwaitingmyBeast/1286526/ ...God is more than a facethat waitspulselessbehind Death's torn veil... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AwaitingmyBeast/1247557/ Discontent.I am eaten away by this plague of comparison.I move my hand between my forehead and that of the latest adversary to my true joy.If I fall short - disappointment.If I come out ahead - disappointment.I am exhausted by life.This barrage of faces and needs……constantly checking a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AwaitingmyBeast/1185380/ The bloom of youth rests on your cheeksan appeal of confidence in your gait yet the sound of grinding bones when you speak my namea terrible hunger in your eyeswhen you smileI brush against your stalwart frame and feel the shiverings of your crippled soulyour eyes feast on my form as I turn awaysava.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AwaitingmyBeast/1169071/ Why is such a big question. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AwaitingmyBeast/1154041/ “God damn, I hate spiders…”The wiry kid with the stained, haphazardly buttoned shirt shimmied away from the peeling wall. 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