http://slow.writerscafe.org/emunahjunedays The original writings of author Emunah June. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775925767 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emunahjunedays/3131126/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emunahjunedays/3131124/ congestinginfestingcraved and consumed.i ate upevery liewith all theirempty calories. becoming fat off  the hopes that this time would be different. to be a meal in a dining room far too rich for  my blood.the change is comingin all it's decadence.so eatand drinkand be merry for nowbe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emunahjunedays/3131061/ prologue DREAM DREAM DREAM. Estella wanted to ask Dr. Foreign if she knew why she was there. She wanted, more than anything, to believe it wasn't obvious. 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" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emunahjunedays/3127959/ A writing experiment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emunahjunedays/3127881/ aboard this lonely vessel minewould i float and traipse on angsty waters and hungry swellsto find you so, my lover of gold.with broken nailsand bloodied teethwould i dig through mudthey've slung on my name.eyes dewy like firesuffocated by clothwould i pull you from ashand become phoenix eternal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emunahjunedays/3127654/ eyes like buttercremeand skin like sponge cake,a feast for the gazeand assault on the senses.she's everything in heels,and even more in Reeboks.on heaven's promenadein cloaked moonlightand crushed ice. pursed lipsand glossed mouth.oh how hungry you arefor a sweet roll like her!a meal a partof t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emunahjunedays/3127518/ my favourite colouris pink because !it reminds me of the colour of my cheekswhen i'm crying and beggingand pleadingfor someone to listento mefor just a second. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emunahjunedays/3127491/ mr. martinez, my oh my!how my body achesat the touch of your handson my waiston my backon my heart !mr. martinez, my oh my!when did you getten feet tall like that?when did i noticethe way your tongue lollsover ice cream and beer bottleslike your best kept secretjust for me?when did i imaginemy hands.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emunahjunedays/3127420/ A continuation into my exploration of what defines art worth anything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emunahjunedays/3126737/ i could write a thousand thingsuse my hands to spina thousand talesi could write about the sun between the leavesand the grass betwixt my toesin some summer in june,holding a cold glassof golden lemonadeon the back porchof a farm house.i could write about the rush of love that floods my fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emunahjunedays/3126500/ a flower blossomsin a cardboard boxin the center ofa messy living room.the leaves tendriland the petals fallin dirtied sunlightlike broken faith.it longs for waterbut finds blood instead,from biting on its tongueso the other could speak.the moon will riseunder clouds of marijuanaand the box will clo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emunahjunedays/3126456/ little bird, some time ago,you told yourselfhow golden silence was.you perched yourselfin shimmering cageand preened yourself with how palatable you'd become.let your wingsdo the work - ;fly free.sing your song.the words are sweetestwhen they're bornin the belly of your throatand yours alo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emunahjunedays/3125987/ is today the dayi'll be completelydevoured?hungry eyesand kneading handson the laps of meni've never metanxiously ravenousat the sight of my being.i am not entirely delightful -- just a hole in the barkof a tree full of sapto be bottled and savoredand envied and wanted.and if they can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emunahjunedays/3125966/ the slogging slowed down.the sloughing of fleshmelted awayinto a garden of daisiesi fertilized alone.come morning, my bruises were an uglytint of blue.a sign of healing, despitebeing grotesque.it is tenderbecause it remembers.between sips of sunrise flavored coffee,i thought:tomorrow came,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emunahjunedays/3125964/ he kissed the summer right out of mymouthand didn'tbother to askwhat season i was in.thankfulnessfell away to a ragethat no one would validatebecause i guess i'm justexpected to begrateful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emunahjunedays/3125883/ there is something amazingabout the way she moves.sharp eyes,quick wit,silver tonguein bodycon.and everything about heris perfect!until she opens her mouthand has, likeopinions and stuff. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emunahjunedays/3125704/ i need to give youroom to miss me.but the sirenstell me distance is forever.distance leaves roomfor pregnant swellsto ache and throbin fleshy massso widethere will be no roomto reach for youanymore.it will push you outon waves of puspopped ! 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