http://slow.writerscafe.org/delacour The original writings of author Kisa Delacour en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033961 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Torn and tattered,weak and worthless,is the plate upon whichyou serve yourself.Derived from nature,yet holding nothingof the innocent beautyit once possessed.The whisperer’s accountneeds no exaggeration,when narrating the taleof the cake you serveon your pathetic paper plate.Compared to the el.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delacour/1405634/ Your sinister smile,that only I can see.Your pale blue eyes;they stare at me.Reel me in and devour my sin.This shortcoming disasterhas no need for euphemism.Couldn’t you see?We were alwaysthe human definitionof tragedy.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delacour/1405632/ Have you ever kept a secret,a secret of deceit?When lust and love combine as oneand deliver a sinful feat.Suspense and desire fill the air,intoxicate each draw of breath.We submitted to temptation,and divulged in Denial’s death.“This is so wrong, ... but so rig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delacour/1405624/