http://slow.writerscafe.org/anxelin The original writings of author Anxelin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029597 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 dark and depressing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxelin/613996/ a mother/child relationship http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxelin/538597/ and there you are once more dancing among the floorboardsinside your very eyesspinning and twirlingaway you start to glideamong the threads of every ray of lightthat shines within your gazethere and there alonecompany wants to spend it's daysdancing among the light you catch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxelin/509188/ over the edge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxelin/506554/ hellbound http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxelin/506164/ inspired by candlelight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxelin/505147/ unfolding her handsshe stretches a paper trailhanging the stars in their placeshe folds and bendscreating skies of paper macheshe tears them awayall her beautiful origamiripping and throwing them astrayfalling to raging firesthey burn and they burnturning to ashes, into piles of sandher deep breathe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxelin/503399/ charred coal roots up steamingupon burnt hellish groundspoison vapors risingrising they make you drowntoxic drunken lethalitythe lungs choke up the lastspilling out the rest of lifeof which you no more have http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxelin/500576/ clutching for gasps of fresh air oh so sweet drowning in water dark and too deep reaching the surface she breathes her last breath reaching and tired she falls in it's depthshands pulling her upward away from her tomb redrowning please save me she cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxelin/498713/ fluttering feathers curling in low air a breeze of wind stopping although no one is there a foot stepping forward wings hiding from sight angels are watching on ground here this night fluttering wings broken unseamed ruffling together unsilent a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxelin/498708/ burning sketches liftinglike smoke in the skycrying our namesto be heard they will cryto be seen and be reachedmany souls all belowburning and liftingthe space yet still growsdrifting up furtheraway from their goalfading more quicklyup more and so slowthe travel is lonelythe souls cannot hearseeing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxelin/498705/ my favorite kind of weather http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxelin/498695/ thud , thud, thudpounding in my headfrom a heart upon this bedit's racing too fastslamming wood doorsthe pounding headachesit has madelike an earthquakethese pounding wavesaching beatson native drumsit slows pacequieting this placefor peace at lastwith no more waves http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxelin/498689/ running down corridorssearching for keyssearching for thoughtswhich I want to keepstumbling aroundI fall to the groundcold blue wood panelingis circling the airwhispering tongueswhich I can't hearspeaking in silencespeaking for themthe voices that surround methat hunt and chase me downthey will not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxelin/498687/ yes it is http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxelin/498685/ haunting every nightevery day, every minutedigging up the pastto rebury itfinding your lost clues,you lay it to restyour heart, your thoughtsforever they'll slumberno longer in fear or doubt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxelin/498682/ a memory of a room http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxelin/498680/ in these eyes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxelin/498677/