http://slow.writerscafe.org/londonmascara The original writings of author Alicia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776094811 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i will, daddya string of liesspills from my mouth likea magician's scarf;how can i be goodif you don'tif you can'tif you aren'tif you won't'fathers be good to your daughters'funny how that line was playingas you rose your hand to strike memaybe i overreactedmaybe you were drunk'daughters will love l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/londonmascara/512275/ hands shakingknees quakingeyes burningworld turningsmile fakingfaith breakingmind waitingsoul debatinggrasp slippingsun dippinginto the tall grass belowfeet plantedwords pantedbreath f a l t e r e d, "hello"body brokenonly glances spokentears feeding into mouth pleadingchest heaving, "goodbye"mem'ri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/londonmascara/512274/ tears brimming behind spidery lashesheart pounding behind argyle printa cashmere disguisea hardwood surprisemind thunking like anunbalanced washing machineeyebrow cocked in defiancedaring myself not to crydaring you not to let go http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/londonmascara/512273/ the sunthat boiling orbcracks over the mountains and rolling hillsspills its yolkleaves a thin viscous layerof raw sunshine to warm the cool grass belowthe land opens upblooming without hesitationas if creating a new world is routinean unknown cliché of sorts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/londonmascara/512272/ maybe you’re like a block of aged cheeseor a glass of fine wineyou have to fermentwait out the insanity of these unstable yearsand stew in your own juicesleft to your own demiseuntil the cellar door is thrown openand the dusty light comes down in chinksbathing you in realiz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/londonmascara/512270/ lost in alabyrinth of dreamsloss of instinctsa new kind of notioni can see completionand destructionin your eyesfruition and flameshealing and painpride and modestylet the dark shine throughclose the doorso i can come in http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/londonmascara/509153/ my heartstrings are looseyou've plucked them too hardtattoo of a heartbeatbruises my chestinsomniac memorieslinoleum echoes of pastfootstepswithout your skin crumpling the sheets beside mei can't sleep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/londonmascara/509151/ i've got brains in my headbut i can't think for myselfi've got feet in my shoesbut can only crawllifeless and mechanicalstrung up from the jointsa mouth that can't speakeyes to a knotted soulskin as rough as those underground rootsmake me talkspread your hypocrisy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/londonmascara/509149/ these orange plastic chairsfeel like first class thronesfloating feet, such anunusual sensationsalty air and piercing eyestaking risks is nothing newto youbut i'm scared enough whenmy feet are on the groundthe rain is pouringbut you'll change myperspectiveand make me all right http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/londonmascara/509148/ he is a powerful verbpeople use him every dayhe is completedpart of a daily routinei am a lowly adjectivejust a quiet part of speechsimply waiting to spice up a lonely nounperhaps i’ll make a friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/londonmascara/509145/ a symphony of anxietyswelling and strainingwaxing and waningtugging at the tendrils of brain tissuelike a needy childpushing the heartbeatlike the whistle of a marathon coachcarefully and precariously constructedwaiting for you to fall apart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/londonmascara/509144/ i’m too cool forcapitalizationmuch less the use of punctuationwithout them everything is finallyequaliam no more important than anyone elseso why should itower above her fellow lettersand punctuation leaves no room for interpretationdaring to show ownershipinstead of a constant flow of wordsi&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/londonmascara/509143/