http://slow.writerscafe.org/melpomeme The original writings of author La Belle Dame Sans Merci en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990378 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My stomach is bound tighter then a gourd,hopefully nothing spills out.I dreamt of the beach and the boats bobbinglike toys almost and the people only pinpricksagainst a lovely backdrop.Dilaudid gave me a trance I have never been ableto achieve or find.It is so organized in the hospital:three meals, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melpomeme/971647/ To think that I chase you like a dog after it's tail,makes me dizzy just to rememberhow bright and shiny you once seemed to me,the black crow pecking at your glittering exteriorand oh, how I held onto youdespite your wicked edge gauging my skin.On the white bedsheets, the crimson dots were beautiful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melpomeme/821846/ These clipped nails always grow back,insulting my efforts to refine the feral self,the monster lying crouched in my valveslike Grendel in his cave, emerging when nobody wanted it out.It downed the bottle and capsules thricebut resilience purged it as a toxic fountain,organ music throbbing in my ears.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melpomeme/810723/ I rest the slope of my forehead against the concave curvature between your scapula,now nowhere will I find rest.I want to make a knot with our fingers nothing could tear asunder,breathing only the air from your lips.You have eclipsed any past that might exist.Without you, I would have no incentive t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melpomeme/810257/ The more quickly I grew, the sooner I could leave you,Discard my patchwork heart for a stone the size of my fist:Bare-knuckled and bruised; it won't tear or suffer from unraveling.I mapped how to get to Cote d'Ivoire, walk the unblemished beach,Out of the reach from your bamboo s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melpomeme/381179/ My bedroom is my loneliness:Curtained, lamp lit---a rosy hue,The nightstand lacking a decent, framed photograph,Ophelia in the riverbed pinned to the wallOver an unmade bed with a lone indented pillow,Clothes astray like flotsam on a beachAnd not a single footprint about the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melpomeme/337785/ I am not a vault of secrets;in my box, nothing is confessed.I make my own regrets stirringblack pools where creaturesprovoked rise to bite.I have kicked many a footforcing my door, surprisingthe aggressor with resistance;how easily the bolt slid into place.They must wait the poli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/melpomeme/337781/ A series based upon mythology with a modern narrative. 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