http://slow.writerscafe.org/ChloeSolomon The original writings of author Chloe Solomon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050752 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The coolness of the silver blade against my armIs so calmingI quickly press and slide it against my bisepThe heat of the warm scarlet blood oozing outI feel the pressure being relievedWith the blood goes my anger, awkwardness, fearsTemporarilyI don’t need muchjust the sight of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChloeSolomon/1165681/ Confusion is inevitable, understanding is incredible http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChloeSolomon/1153584/ I need somethingI need someone someone to tell my fearssomeone who will dry my tearssomeone who will be therewhen I am scaredHe doesn’t need to solve my problemsHe doesn’t need to save me from the worldOnly myselfI need someone who will hold me when I’m nervousWho makes every move .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChloeSolomon/1151334/ This is about a funeral I attended when I was 6 for a little girl in my town who had passed away due to a chronic illness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChloeSolomon/1149204/ This was one of the more coherent poems I wrote about my grandfather's death last october http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChloeSolomon/1148459/ just a little Something I found in an old notebook of mine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChloeSolomon/1148455/ A short poem I wrote the other day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChloeSolomon/1145802/ A short piece I wrote a while back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChloeSolomon/1141178/ Ensconced by the shivering coldI feel nothing but worthless and oldThe birds still chirp and singBut I am deafThe flowers bloomBut I am blindThe music is playingBut I am paralyzedThe wind blows, blows me awayMy only regret is I didn't sayGoodbye http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChloeSolomon/1140621/ Eyes narrowLips purseHead begins to hurtMind explodes in angry notesMalicous and meanGood thing thoughts can't be seenHand on hipTapping footI can hardly stand to lookThey hold hands, sweet as can beGod, I wish it was mePanic stickenFull of envyThere's something raging insi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChloeSolomon/1140612/