http://slow.writerscafe.org/rottenapples The original writings of author Cadence Killday en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042374 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Swollen eyes, stung by gas Stifle the cries of the massOur passivity allows them to harassAll of those who aren't aristocrats We permit, with our indifference,Their unwarranted belligerence.Those who refuse to give reverenceAre m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rottenapples/1309996/ Just kind of a rant about my on-going battle with severe depression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rottenapples/1287218/             Elisa’sears began ringing immediately after she shut off the music in her car. “Pleasenot tinnitus,” she said cynically, as though she were fully aware, but indenial, of the mutual exclusivity of her hopes a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rottenapples/1195073/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rottenapples/1195072/ No poise or faith,An incessant flop,My aims are fakeIt never stopsMy eyes will speak Of promise nearBut conscience seeksDeficient fearsNo drive or spurRendered mundaneI’m just that “her”I’m just the same. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rottenapples/885108/ The door opens, and a short man of about 40 years of age steps out to smulgy approach his audience. 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