http://slow.writerscafe.org/JWA_hobo The original writings of author Janie Was A Hobo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776336426 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The bone in my jaw is tenseI chew this lie like your cursed bull's meatYou b*****d.To poison your field of cattle, To poison me like a street rat:Was this your plan, all along?A muscle in my chest aches for you,The chains 'round my neck tighten...And I chew. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JWA_hobo/476579/  When there was just Marie Antoinette, roaming around Versailles,Losing perspective day after day, losing all concept of time…When there were only lazy Sundays, searching through each other’s eyes;Losing our selves into one another, ignoring the death toll chimes….. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JWA_hobo/428155/  Sealed within your amber heart,I cannot find my lungs to breatheI cannot find my eyes to seeNor can I think of a way to be Entangled here within your hair,I cannot find the daylight skyI cannot find the reason whyYou have kept me here to die Trapped within our bro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JWA_hobo/427724/