http://slow.writerscafe.org/samaveiled The original writings of author samaveiled en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041375 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 And so i have- allowed you to scar me.Allowed you to finally swim through me, youre as close to me as my jugular vein, its sacrilegious. Fighting myself tooth and nail, and tripping over these delusional obstacles-my last ditch efforts to push you awaybut it never worked.Hours me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/590424/ He whispers "you never meet my eyes anymore"then proceeds to bury them in my shoulder, leaving kisses strung across my boneslike lights, around a christmas tree.I can feel emotion prick my eyelidsand i tighten my arms around himthinking'This may be the last time,' and letting his warm lips.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/590420/ maybe it was the salt of your skin on my tongue, or the salt of your sweat, falling in my eyes,then sliding down my cheeks like shared tearsbut for one moment, i was awake again. taking breathsfeeling your flesh under my fingertipsour spirits minglingand then, my eyes slipped shut againand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/590416/ He fell in love with me then-in the winter- hidden underneath layers of my secretshe loved me anyway, forI drew the truth on frost bitten windowsas he grinned knowingly. Understanding more than i meant him to.I spread my love across him through my lips,fairly painting it&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/590413/ Maybe ill just go shower- go and wash the  lies and longing from my hair, to seep down the drain with the suds. Maybe i can wash them away... theyre like vultures, starving for my heart. Waiting for it to bleed, and die, to give up, and choose. They deny .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/590412/                                                  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/452284/                                                  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/452282/  i cannot controlthese thoughtscoursingcourageouslythrough my thick mindwhen it all seems so familiari cant tellif meant to beis meant to drownand so i hold tightto honestyand moralsafraidill lead you backto the path that destructed youthis is truthan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/452281/  trappinginvisable tearsi hide from you wellits easier to hide behind the truthand be veiled in the ensuing silence.at leasti was valiantthis one timewhen you saved me from the dregs of the bottleand the bottem of the wellid cried myself intoyou saved meand now.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/452280/ there is hope somewhere, calling my nameand waiting to find meor waiting to be foundi hope i can find itbefore all this dies... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/452278/ his house is scented with sumac and henna...vermilion isnt an option here...with an aching stomach, the moon tells my suffering when to ceasewhile five times a dayi fall to my kneesheavy under the realization that i am so small.with palms to the sky i release my dreams,and beg forgiv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/449002/                                                  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/447949/ every sacred breath                                              &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/384851/                                                  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/384850/ 5five5                                                &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/384849/ eleven                                                &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/384848/ capitalization is deliberate http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/384847/  found...                                                &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/350566/  space between                                               &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/350563/  pillar                                                &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/350561/ into the woods...the mist...thats where i want to stay. you can stay too, as long as you keep that quiet intensity about you. an intellectual stares through your fingertips with green eyes. but that darkness calls me again. that solitude, that quiet moodiness i just need sometimes. well, now i need .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/350560/    like a beer,hard to swallow,amber bittersweet,warming my blood.the lips of myloveare numb.not quite tingling.not quite cold.just searching.scenting;your aura through my tonguebut its not enoughjust this breathof youleaves me starvingand anxio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samaveiled/350559/ Today,I am a little more alive. 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