http://slow.writerscafe.org/elisam The original writings of author Elisam en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048305 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I fucked you like a thousand rivers You swam into my fingernails And rested in my touch Shooting sparks along my thighs Sliding ribbons around my spine I strung a poem around your waist Whispers danced about your flesh You stroked each wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisam/1310616/ Violence follows me where ever I go.Down Gilbert Street a poor boy skatesout front of a two story wreck.The mad screams from inside,a trigger.Poor boy looks at his feetcareful not to catch my eye.I try not to notice. Along Sampson Boulevard I hear the shouts of a man.Young... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisam/1139003/ Bus Stop The smell of public disgusts me.The cool aluminium pressed against my skin,quick to remind me of my worth.A snigger.A laconic exchange.A violent orchestra makes me ashamed.Grotesque colours of institution.A rainbow of ragereplaced by servility.I am a rabbit in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisam/1128170/ Paper I’ll cut your f*****g head off with a knife if you come near me I don’t go near her.I’ve never gone near her.She thinks I cut her in her sleep.She’ll kiss me later and tell me she loves me.It’s ok.Walking around with her tits and her arse hanging out.Throwing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elisam/1128161/