http://slow.writerscafe.org/AlbinoRabbit The original writings of author Christina Reed en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776241236 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Looking in the bathroom mirror, my eyes have an almost hooded appearance. The sorrow and the crying shows very clearly in my face. Washing my face with soap and water, an artificial glow starts to appear, although it does not reflect the inside which is as dull and numb as old brass. Brushing t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1199612/ Before he was Slenderman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1171255/ Black trousers and a black shirtI feel like a stuffy penguinOut of order and out of placeSomehow my hair got greasierBlack and warm like an oilslickMore and more like the penguinShiny and leathery Curved and softI feel like a strangerIn this here classroomTeacherWhy can't you just leave me alon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1164208/ I am in my body, you are i yours, we cannot ever touch. I can think that we can touch, but negative powers reflect off and we can never, ever touch. I would love to touch you, although I never can, physically. Our minds can touch, curl up next to each other, hug, agree and talk to each other. 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I am fragile, you can hurt me if you want. I am not in a position to stop you in time, because it is all in your head. I could be blind, I could be deaf. You don't know, until you step into my space. I am small, but I am strong, you see, i'm just like you. If you only knew th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1143686/ Life is a properous wonder filled with anxiety, energy and dreams. Death is a tragic end of a journey with no purpose, because in the end, it all leads up to death. Death is a double-ended sword, because on one hand, it is the only thing, that can create the most painful, killing emotion: Loss. Loss.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1142822/ Home, let me come home. Home is wherever i'm with you. Home, yes I am home. Home is when I'm alone with you.HomeThe matteness and neutralness of comfortHomeWherever I can hear your footsteps coming closerHomeWhenever we cook on the sundayHomeThe safety from the outsideHomeWaking up at 10 amHomeYour .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1140303/ This night is on fireOur love is the flameSitting in your bedThe sweet smell of your skin in my noseWhite, cableknit sweaterOversize, rough to the touchComfortable, satisfyingWarms me from withinCableknit and deep with loveYou and me, the dark outsideThe berry branchesScraping against the windowI lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1140298/ Come and dance with meI am aloneLike a bird on a wireWith a soul on fireThe buoy in the oceanWhite paint chipped offWaves cascadingThinking of me, when I was a little girlIn the streets of OntarioTan knees, ice cream in the sunWhere did she goWho am IWhat do I do http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1140294/ That night, I wanted everyone to come and dance with me.I wanted everyone to come together.Come and dance with me, bittersweet fool.With a naive look upon the world, you see the poetry in every sunset and the beauty in the ripples of the ocean waves.The sound of your smile, and the warmth of your so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1139298/ Jeg har ondt i min sjælOg min krop er et følelsesmæssigt knælIngen ser flammen i mine øjneFolk smiler, deres blikke er fyldte med løgneEr jeg den eneste, hvis sjæl er brændt sort?Hvis du kan komme igennem dette liv, er det fandeme godt gjortJeg har .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1134840/ Heart skipped a beat, but when I caught it you were out of reach. And i'm sure, i'm sure you've heard it before. The xxI have no idea what there is to comeThe human soul is so fragileLike a skeleton after too longI do not know what there is to be If live is for living, then can I do that?I woul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1116884/ "I can see alot of life in you, I can see alot of bright in you. And I think that dress looks nice on you." - Sufjan StevensFor ClaraYou are wearing a beautiful dress, black with red flowers, it suits your petite structure very well. We say "Cheers!" as we drink the mulled wine, when you are ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1116086/ Pale river, brown riverRiver with white ripplesGoing through it verticallyThinking of you In the boat Going down the riverMuch like the Bateau Ivre Candlelight flickering in your eyesBlack and white light on your handsThe river is whispering delicatelyAs we are dreaming in silk http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1114294/ Calm and charcoal grey, like your bedroom in the morning, when we wake up and are forced to take everyone else into account. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1113862/ Right now, I am thinking about you.About your pointy hips, bony but firm. Your big hand wrapped around my small hand.I am already huge, but you make me feel tiny.I am not sure yet, but I think I love you. Not alternatively, not formally, not uniquely. 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Your hand is holding mine, though I do not feel warm at all. I am so confused, like the directions the sn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1085288/ Narrow waistFlaxen hairRose complexionDo you think of me, when I am not around?Bone structure of the deerEyes like the deep waters of the PolesDo you think of me, when I am not around?Knobbly knees like the knots of the woodFingers like the twigs of the treesDo you think of me, when I am not around? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1079729/ I am looking at the bubbles in my carbonated drink, they rise to the top and they dissappear. Nothing lasts forever, but I hope it is this way for a while. The feelings of my heart are not a metaphor for the bubbles in my drink, they stay, they linger, they keepbubbling to the surface.The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1079725/ The light from the lamppost is competing with the shine from your nylon stocking, reminds me of the shine from the side of a wild salmon as it escapes. You, much like the wild salmon, escape the deadly claws of reality as you twist your tail at life. Is it your beachy hair, your bold eyes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1075845/ A golden wonder, with the hair, the colour of hay http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1075261/ Today will be yesterday tomorrow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlbinoRabbit/1074984/