http://slow.writerscafe.org/syrialkiller The original writings of author Caitlin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776123321 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 when i was littlesummer was a time to playto be free from the confinesof daily lifea time to be a kidstaying out until night fellanswering the streetlamp's call to go homewith scraped knees and dirt under your nailswhen i was youngsummer was a chance to escapethat prisona chance to sleep in and stay.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/syrialkiller/1390857/ innocence is something you are born withit is something you get to keepuntil you release it into the airto fly awayit is different, howeverwhen it is ripped from youwhen it is stolen from your handsand crushed with a steel-toed bootthey put an end to my innocenceand i can never get it back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/syrialkiller/1390856/ it's a taste, a smella feeling of beginningheading for the end http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/syrialkiller/1390855/ scars will lingerthough time's blackened fingerhas wiped the blood awayemotionally soundwas lost, but i'm foundand now i'm home to stay http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/syrialkiller/1390852/ five-sixteen-thirteenheading on two for sleepless nightsstark white walls and psychotic tasered starespurple rose adorns her hairasked to smile/did that go in my file?a team awaits/i meet them allremember no one but the fiery one with green eyes and a wicked smileshadowed and afraidshy and meeka fri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/syrialkiller/1390851/ it's just graphite and inkstanzas and prose;the fire it ignitesgrows and grows http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/syrialkiller/1344890/ When hands breathe and eyes seetheLessons learned become lessons servedVelvet touches become acid mouthsMoth wings welcome you with open arms. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/syrialkiller/1289378/ a stranger beckonsyou deny her callshe draws you forth with loving eyes;a commonality--a shared painsomething we have overcome.remembrance is a powerful thingas is sobriety,a tool which weshould all search for andtry to keep.forget the pain,the sorrow and the bloodand rejoice in the moonand the star.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/syrialkiller/1222391/ you feel the flutter ofhis heartbeatlike baby butterfly wingsfluttering underneath your lipshis skin so softso warmlike the sun on a hotsummer's dayhazel eyes swim withunspoken promisesdeclarations of lovethat he cannot voiceyou are home http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/syrialkiller/1217173/ trust is acherished thingfragile like ababy birda gift to beprotectedwhen wielded likea swordit slicesit terrifiesthere is nowhereto turnwhen your trustis your abuser http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/syrialkiller/1217171/ One of the first things you noticed about him when the two of you met were his hands. 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