http://slow.writerscafe.org/MyriamR The original writings of author Myriam en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043693 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A eulogy to those who, for so long, have survived on the seductive smell of money: It is time to end your political prostitution. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyriamR/2148024/ I cryUnbearably conscious Of this lifeAnd what's left behind.I laughHardly awareOf this lifeAnd what comes after all that is left behind. I tryStuck in the burdensOf this lifeAnd the indecisiveness in between.I diePerfectly aliveLeaving this lifeWith nothing lost, and n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyriamR/1422145/ I wrote this when I was 16. I admit it was rough to go through everything that people around me put me through, but I'm thankful because they were a huge part of who I became. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyriamR/1418809/ I am bitten. Bitten by the intensification of the closure I'm bound to face; by the marbles of my own that he doesn't seem to share; by the reflexion of memories that were supposed to still have genuineness in some way, but don't. And I bleed the blackness in my veins just to get it out and constan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyriamR/1417814/