http://slow.writerscafe.org/Taste_the_venom The original writings of author Bella en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009780 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   No.My way too comfortable bed. The window by the old carousel horse. Mayday parade. You shying away. My tasteless tea that you keep drinking. I am cleaning out my life.         I am making up for lost time and forgotten smiles.And.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taste_the_venom/486097/ She yelled things I knew she only ever thought of saying; floated over like magic to make me aware of my faults; show me the worth of my being.   We are through. I left home, days ago. I left in tears and cries.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taste_the_venom/486066/   Je ne sais pas Falling feathers float down: bantam girls with phantom curls, floating feathers fall up. Black tar to parched stars, ashen scars to foreign faces.The canyon's arid mouth gapes like a baked red shark, hungry for a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taste_the_venom/390117/  Je suis une femme, jolie dans mon masque mais marquée dessous. A part of me liked the way He hurt me-a burningsearinggripping desire in Hiswet breath, the feeling ofsuffocating underneath His weight,the way He made me shudderwith dread from the ineluctable shame to fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taste_the_venom/390107/  Hoar/hoarse/horse/w****s. The boy who sat next to me on the train had bright blue eyes and complimented my hair. He was the sort of gelled New Jersian that I have always despised, and he just kept talking even though I didn't look at him. "No, I don't much like the Iri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taste_the_venom/389795/  I left my card: "Pour mon homme dans la lune. Votre enfant du tonnerre," and in my big afterthought handwriting, "love, Bella."  I wish my name were something else; No-one's ever fallen in love with me on sight. Isabella et l'homme dans la lune. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taste_the_venom/389438/   The sun! The sun!    I was very much in love with an abusive swine and the boy who lived in his head.I am pleased to say that I have matured. I'm still in love with the boy who lives in his head, though.Kiss the cool virgin light that winds around your f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taste_the_venom/389171/