http://slow.writerscafe.org/maebee The original writings of author Mae Bee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036110 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Since i know i won't show you this, let me just be painfully honest.you're killing me.it's like you're my cancer. my full blown body cancer. you're making me rot from the inside out.and i still love you. i'll let you kill me.  it's sick. it's f*****g disgusting.there is only you. i don'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maebee/433403/ I've been pulling down spanish for years.cotton barely covers the holes that have grown.i'm used to being replaced.i've got an expiration dateand a timebomb tied to the ends of my eye lashes.my market value commits suicide every timei lose a boy to the same m i s (s) t a k e ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maebee/378486/ heart attack all over your sleepy face.cover you with strawberry childrenand hope you don't cut your fingers off withthe petals of angles and horse teeth are fallingout of your ears.you gutted the pillows and nowi have nothing to hide all my secrets in. f****r.we climbed in the bathtub.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maebee/365361/ it's empty inside me. and sometimes i dream about the seed. the seed that will be planted inside, magic or just nature will make it grow. something in me wants to be pregnant. something in me wants to be. something in me is tired of sitting on this fire escape. my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maebee/365356/ It's a self titled kinda deal... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maebee/363944/ It's not about "All i have"It's about what i won't give up.You're in the center of that.Soul mate,those two can't encompass what you areto me.I fall asleep on your eclipsed words.In my head you soarall kindess and love.Your dreams were the stitchesto that quilt that k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maebee/332017/ hope i never ever see summer again.summer had me nakedand slinky with the sweat of my nerves.collecting like bad ideas by on the small of my back.your hands on the murder weaponand it's my own blood painting theguilty shade of red.i can't commit to the idea of living happily ever af.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maebee/313208/ I wasn't interested in your picture,just the pieces that (you) were missing.the truth was laid digitally in front of me.all i had to do was read and dream.there wasn't a sentense i didn't take into my veins. the summer i stumbled to the gravel roadwith tears and blood.your overdose h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maebee/258546/ the dead are pulling my hair.smoking the life out of me,digitalizing my laughter.i'm ready for the slaughter.it's dangerous being thisout of touchand into touching.the burgandy falling out ofmy wrists,i'm qualified for platinum americanexpress card.charges running through my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maebee/258543/ You are where i start to lose.  The walls start collapsing-the bits combusting and catologing.nothing is lost- just recorded and disected. you've either stopped breathing or believeing.in my head, they're the same thing. because i am still in the same place...i've just found new.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maebee/251368/ The weekend my brother got married for the first time and the last family reunion i went to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maebee/247186/ alphabetical disorder http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maebee/247174/ Dear Severin,It was probably Febuary 1st when I went out for a walk. 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