http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mey The original writings of author Mey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010893 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “Just one more” he said,as he looked down and realized he could use one more drink and one more kisswith one more woman who had told him one more timethat one more fightor one more mistake would mean he had no more chances and there would be two more broken hearts but three chances later.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mey/984254/ This was going to be on FacebookFor that is the place for profound thought in this modern age.I pour myself out, spilling my essence into a digital planeFor a few likes.That’s not what I want.I want you to care,To actually care.Not that kind of caring where you point it out to your friendsAs y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mey/984250/ Gods dance a merry jigFiddling on the wings of planes,While I sit drinking pagan wine. There are gremlins in luggage land,Playing dress up with our fine robes.The red eye cuts through the night. I stand too quicklyAnd fall back to soft earth.Paradise is may be lostBut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mey/723147/ The needle Slips beneath skinBarely breathing, the seconds pass This is worth itI need this idea To be with me forever I must remember this Concept A rough rag Drags across Skin  Pain and permanenceFor all good things You must bleed. The needle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mey/723146/ A glass of absinthe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mey/723144/ A rough river Ravages a mountain.Running hot hands Down gentle slopes. White currents pourOver smooth curves.Following the body of the mountain, As the sky weeps for the horrors it’s seen. Once fresh water pools at the mountains end,No longer pure, No longer c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mey/723141/ I tear through your boxesTossing pictures like cards.Fifty two. 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