http://slow.writerscafe.org/ESTEONTHERUN The original writings of author ESTE en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007716 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Your hands are cupped.In the center mass of this hole in my chest.I'll bleed out the best of me,while your thirst is being met.Meet me at my last drop,If I haven't bleed out just yet.You'll tell me that I'm pretty.Just as the first time your eyes cut into me.We'll slow dance to the r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ESTEONTHERUN/482824/ Twenty one years of silence lead to one phone call. It was midnight, the night previous to my birthday. I was two-thousand, eight hundred and forty three miles away from the woman on the other line. And in one forty-five minute conversation she broke my heart for the very first time.For as long as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ESTEONTHERUN/446015/