http://slow.writerscafe.org/Flesh_Blood_Bone The original writings of author Kira en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010116 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 (she does not speak, like she's frightened of what will claw its way out of her throat) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Flesh_Blood_Bone/830824/ i am the sumof every dripthat slicks awayfrom each crevicein my braina single atomof solitude. i am the sumof spark and firethat leaps in timeto chaos tickingdown a timelinethat is doomed. i am the sumof whispered voicesmingled with screamsin a voidtha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Flesh_Blood_Bone/830823/ my heart is a caramel candy between your teethand i melt in the most cliche of ways dissolve me like something sugar-spunvestiges of sweetness after a storm devour me with your eyesdelude me with a compliment, give me an ego snap your jaw closed nowthe crunch of&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Flesh_Blood_Bone/823669/ just a passing interest. a strange and 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think. you try not to, but you do.you imagine things, you remember things,you envision t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Flesh_Blood_Bone/747156/ two in the morningis bowls of ice creamthat you should feel ashamed ofbut you're not.it's instant-messaging,your form sillhouted by computer-lightin your mirrorthat you try to cover up with markered words.two in the morningis watching movies online (illegally why not)still wearin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Flesh_Blood_Bone/746373/ you can't remember what day it is, or how long you've been laying here. even when you're awake nowadays it feels like you're sleeping. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Flesh_Blood_Bone/739835/ not i. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Flesh_Blood_Bone/736943/ for english. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Flesh_Blood_Bone/731838/ trying to convey a story in as little words as possible http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Flesh_Blood_Bone/731158/ may 13, 2011. 12:oo PM. 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that took a Christian turn in the first few lines (which is weird because I'm agnostic, I suppose). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Flesh_Blood_Bone/705771/ The first sonnet I've written outside of English class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Flesh_Blood_Bone/704433/ i am clumsy. weeks ago,i tripped ongravel andscraped upmy arm. a week later,i did theexactsamething. my motherswallows thestory, andsaves it forlater. they all believedme. i am clumsy,after all.i roll my eyesbut feel cold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Flesh_Blood_Bone/703746/ i never really register the times when kira takes meuntil afterwards. maybe there are more times;sometimes i can't remember them, only to hear of them later. but i can feel her coming in the late night,feel her writhing cold and ugly in my bloated stomach,feel her blink her wide, da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Flesh_Blood_Bone/703452/ i am a pillow, a disc of wood, a mirror, a smooth-glass charm. i am metallic and have been 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