http://slow.writerscafe.org/movosi The original writings of author movosi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776061021 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15    the room filled with white empty promisesseeping from the walls are drops of false hope her eyes are bursting with colorpupils are stretching with happiness  the leech is crawling into her handit is latching to her palmit is moving, searching it grows bigge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/movosi/1288330/   i gave up on you once your busted brain hit the pavementyou were such a pretty soul with a soiled body to matchsome people would call you a masterpiecebut every bit of me knew that you were a walking mistake you will never remember anything you were not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/movosi/1288215/   id wrap your intestines around the cylinder of my throat satisfied because no matter how crude the world saw them;it was still a part of you the feeling of losing your soul to a single grama single rockthe indecency of tasting colors the feeling of the grip you hold;letting goi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/movosi/1288204/  you have to rip your soul a few times before you fully fathom the meaning of why I loved you the memories of you did nothing but stick to me like barnacles to a sunken shipthink of the world that surrounds your delicate faceare you only recognizing the things you want to seeor the co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/movosi/1287855/