http://slow.writerscafe.org/ash22indie The original writings of author Ashley Parrott en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776205573 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 All those things we never said are in pieces on the floor nowand everything that hung in the balance has descended.Left to myself I turn to fantasies about a love that was never shared, and a relationship that never had its fair shot.Words cannot express how badly this scarlet letter burde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash22indie/378055/ Finally good enougha life times worth of angst and self hates comes down to thisall the balls in the air and the bills paid on timeis this what mattered most?Is this what I've been waiting for? Happy once so foreign now finds itself tangibleBut the minds eye is shooting sideways glance.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash22indie/378022/ Coming up for air.For the first time in a life time I know in every part of me I've done what's right, and all that mountainous weight finds itself in pieces on a bar room floor.And me, shoulders included, are so far above it that it ceases to matter. It ceases.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash22indie/378018/ You once told me you would never be able to forget me,which embarrassed me for you because the truth is I can barely even remember you.I cannot remember what I ever saw in you, and I cannot remember why I let it drag on for so long.You said you would "support whatever I decided" an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash22indie/372572/ So now I've moved my car from the drive to the curb,because it won't be long before I'm pulling out for good.It won't be long before everything changes again,and if I've ever needed it I need it now.Because the only thing I've learned here is how to hate.Everyone and everything,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash22indie/372570/ A calloused youth follows me.Its something I can never hope to shake,or even understandI'm left with all these eternal yearningsAnd all this misplaced emotionSought out in all the wrong places.You can never begin to empathizeThere is no way for me to hurt you enough to ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash22indie/372569/ I have been drunk for a week trying to drown out the sound of the sonogram.Every time I close my eyes, "Bump bump bump bump" So fast, So determined, trusting and oblivious. I wish I could just IV Liquor to bypass making the effort of raising my head to swallow. My womb is silent now thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash22indie/372565/ And here you are again.And I'm going to say it does not matter.I'm going to act like its nothing,Like that spot where you lay is no more then a warm place in my bed.I'm going to respond to all those remarkable things you say with open ended statements."True' "I suppose"I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash22indie/372563/ And who are you to come to me,With nothing in your calloused hands,aside from maybe that heart dangling from you're sleeve.And who am I not to realizethat maybe that's exactly what I need.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash22indie/372559/ Well I don't know how often this happens for you,                                                    &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash22indie/372557/ Letter I will Never Send is an ongoing folder I have been keeping for the last few years. These will reappear often. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash22indie/372546/ She said she knew she wanted to do it, but now two days later, wearing a sad blue band aid she laughs as she tells me the story. She thought about how to go about it for hours. She said she wanted a pretty way to die, so instead of crawling in the bath tub naked, she put on her favorite party dress .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash22indie/372545/