http://slow.writerscafe.org/racecarheart The original writings of author Marie A. Maya en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027296 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I make my mom cry and I disappoint my dad.I used to talk to friends but now I talk to the wallsand I can't find my head, I think I've misplaced italong with the motivation I had.I checked under my bedbut all I found were ripped up morals and cigarette butts. I used to go to school.Now I sleep u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/racecarheart/1444269/ It's black and bitter at 4:15 when sheets become good friends and your pillow grows cold from the lack of sunlight.But winter already set itself between bone and fleshwhen weeks felt like months and months felt like suicideand you couldn't leave the bed without sobbing.Headlights were starting .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/racecarheart/1432769/ I was the last to fall asleep out of the girls at my cousin's party.Sometimes I take things too personally.Sometimes I don't care that he's gone. Sometimes I drag a blade over my thighs just so I can taste what it's like to breathe without feeling suffocated.I spend my days sleeping instea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/racecarheart/1424795/ The constellations we built that night shattered when they heard your heart cave in from Ohio. It's been six months and yet they still lay in my back yardconfused on why the glue wore away when the back read "Always".Over time they're crawled their way beneath my bedand spend their time tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/racecarheart/1424791/ *tumblr inspired* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/racecarheart/1423753/ tumblr inspired http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/racecarheart/1385287/ I guess one day, like they all say, I'll be able to get dig myself out of my mattress without wanting to cry out in pain from the weight of the world on my rib cageand my limps won't feel so numbfrom the nights my bedroom filled with mountains of snow.Maybe I'll be able to stay when m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/racecarheart/1385283/ Creative narrative I wrote from my English class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/racecarheart/1334607/ *tumblr inspired* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/racecarheart/1302144/ To the boy who fucked me over last summer. 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