http://slow.writerscafe.org/Fernister The original writings of author guernsam en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775466956 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The air clenches,like her throat,in preparation,for explanation.Her little smile,drawn back down,by familiar eyes,that shred her skin.Word can't make,the colder nights,eyes wide open,escape her mind.She traces back,what she did,for such 'sin',to burden her.Their everyday,papers and pens,fill her nec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fernister/1286781/ A blank face,eyes stare.There must be something else.Of all the times this could be,it happens here,with them.A simple,sorry sentence,stale with stinking death.They knew it would cut through,to the heart,of it.Break barriers of bereavement,placed well,by her.She knew,these two,would never leave her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fernister/1273828/ The space beneath my eyes,hurts more than its before.No more though then my shame, for that's a heavy weight.I saw the right movies,and heard the right songs,but it never made me ready,for daggers at my throat.The first part sounded easy,smile and fake the truth.It all came naturally,'til our b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fernister/1273496/ I've been accused before,of being something strange,because I wear a mask,that doesn't fit my face.I'll see these people walk,with fire in their hearts.I long to feel the samebut burning leads to pain.So the only place I stay,is between the night and day,where those that listen close,will hear the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fernister/1272805/ The sun rises,needle in arm,no-one realises,face in palm,he’s alone. Drips of spit,‘a life of style’,his charm and wit,have left his smile.Unconscious groan. He wakes from death,another day,the thought of Beth,leads the way.Grabs his phone. He makes the call,with imp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fernister/1271528/ The writer drinks,to fill his ink,but a poisoned mind,cannot think,and leaves it without rhyme.So when he rises,his head a-banging,he recovers the mess,he left hanging.Just words, letters and lines.But out of chance,the writer uncovers,a sacred line,unlike the others,his voice at last sublime.He cra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fernister/1271523/ I’ve been here before,on this cliff-face.where the winds will push you,wherever they may.They speak in sharper curseswith each new gust,that scrap scabs and scars,to draw new blood.I take the next stepsinto each footprint,that should have just faded,but can’t go away.I know all those dan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fernister/1271521/ Tonight was the night,dark as it was,that I invited you in.We’re both as wary,as you walk inof each other sin.There aren’t any smiles,or frowns,or tears.Just two faces,like stone and ice.Silence enters,as we both sit,separately but together.Our eyes make contact,and seconds,go on forever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fernister/1271519/